A DEACON BISHOP
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Copyright Michael Paulson, 2007-2012
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Old age hits each of us in its own way. For some, it is discovering the surgeon about to perform their bypass is younger than their grandson. For others, it is realizing that beauty on the beach lies with the surf and sand, rather than sun-tanned skin. For me, it was opening my eyes in the predawn and seeing an armed man moving past my bed. At that moment I felt very old, indeed.
"Take a wrong turn, Slick?" I asked, rising upon one arm.
My intruder was a tall, slim shadow. In the darkness, I could not see his face. However, my nose quickly detected two commonalties between us: A penchant for cheap cologne. And a consuming desire for liberal quantities of alcohol. As I watched he crept toward the window.