. . .So tell me, what have you been doing during your retirement?” his old pal, who was seated across from him at a booth in an east Charlotte (NC, USA) diner, casually asked as he sipped an iced tea. “An ongoing art project in that weird, unfinished, gray-walled, 8’ x 7’ [2.44 x 2.13 meters] basement room,” Dennis replied as he ran his right-hand fingers through his thinning, now completely white, collar-length hair. “Remember that little oddball room?” “I do. Please don’t tell me that it’s now a meth lab.” Paul, an Italian American, began to chuckle. “Very funny, Paul. No, nothing illicitly dangerous like that, my friend. I’m in no rush to get blasted to Mars.” “I thought that it was going to be a darts room.” Paul now had a serious expression.. . . Read More