Recalibration

 

 

Hadn’t thought about Duane lately, but I stumbled across this reference to his demise I wrote in 2006:

 

Week before last, we had a nice visit with Duane Dibbens, our longtime renter/friend/neighbor next door in Louisville. He looked as healthy and well as we have seen him in years. A week after that, he died. He went out to dinner with his dancing partner, they sat down together to watch some television after, and he just died. He was older, seventy-four, had heart bypass surgery a couple years back, and health issues since, so it was not a big surprise, but we’re sorry to see him go. He was a good friend/neighbor.

 

Wait.  He died, but after all, he was 74.  That explains it?  It seemed to then in 2006 when I was only 61.