As Experienced Through the eyes of an Octogenarian

by John K. Spitzberg



Book Details

Language : English
Publication Date : 1/4/2022

Format : Softcover
Dimensions : 6x9
Page Count : 172
ISBN : 9781663230386
Format : E-Book
Dimensions : N/A
Page Count : 172
ISBN : 9781663230393

About the Book

While on his way to North Africa, octogenarian David Green is quarantined for twelve days in London, England. His time is spent cooped up in a small hotel room peering out of his window watching humanity scurry about while he waits to be released from government-imposed COVID-19 safety measures. Now nearly eighty-three, David cringes looking at the old man he sees in the mirror, wondering where both his muscle and time have gone. When he is finally released from confinement, David travels to Oxford, Bournemouth, England, Lisbon, Portugal and wanders the streets of Manhattan. Unfortunately, he is forced to feel the fear of the dreaded virus that follows him everywhere he goes, not knowing who the reaper will take next. Over the course of his travels, David spends time reflecting upon a life—past, present, and future—seen through his aging eyes. Humor, remorse, and both emotional and rational moments are mixed with the constant realization that David’s body is giving out. He might not be the specimen he once was and yet, his adventurous life is far from over.

About the Author

John lives with his five dogs in North Pole, Alaska. He is an eighty-three-year-old retired schoolteacher, social worker, rehabilitation counselor, and paramedic/firefighter, who spent fourteen years in the U.S. Armed Forces. Married five times, he has two sons, a wonderful daughter-in-law, a brilliant artist half- brother and his wonderful wife, and three grandchildren. He is the author of Doing it the Hard Way; Tsunami, No Good; Kelly House; and Wheel Dog Cheechako. He has few current friends but those still alive have remained his close friends for nearly half a century. On the other hand he has lots of acquaintances. His dad used to say that all his friends were living six feet below the surface and fertilizer for flowers and a few weeds of course. Ah, the circle of life.