Monthly Archives: January 2005

It’s 7:45am. In the assisted living facility where I work as an aide, that’s late morning. I’ve been on the job for over an hour, and most of the residents are already down in the dining hall eating breakfast. I always save Walter for last. I pick up the newspaper at my feet and knock on his door. It’s the rule, even though most of the residents can’t hear it anyway, at least not before they get up and put their “ears” in. I know my residents, and know which … Continue reading →