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Voices
February 2007 Whom Do We Love?
An editor’s letter for a magazine’s issue on the theme of love must be a love letter, right?
But what kind of love?
Very Short
Victory for Medicare Recipients
By Abby Tallmer
Despite firm and ongoing opposition by pharmaceutical lobbyists and the Bush administration, on January 12, 2007, the now Democratically-run House of Representatives passed legislation introduced by Rep. John D. Dingell (D-Michigan) mandating that the government negotiate with pharmaceutical manufacturers in order to lower drug prices for Medicare beneficiaries.
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On Aging Well (Part II)
By Alfred Norwood
Part I of this article was pointed toward helping you formulate a personal strategy to live until your 4th age (post 75). Now let’s see what that gets you. Think of this Part II as your first recon patrol into the 4th age. You want to take a look at where you are going before you get there.
Vagabond
Everybody Comes to Rick’s My Love Affair With Morocco
By Janis Turk
I thought by now I’d be immune to Cupid’s arrows, too old to fall in love again. Yet I catch myself humming “As Time Goes By” and quoting lines from Casablanca once more. So this is love!
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Viands Sexy Food for Valentine’s Day |
 Photo by Brett C Vermilyea With oysters and chocoloates: Geoffrey Zakarian and his wife, Margaret, at his restaurant Country |
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In This Issue
VicissitudesLate Lightning
By P. J. HANKOFF
I am a late bloomer. My love life began with a French kiss on an IRT platform somewhere in Brooklyn. I was 16 and clueless; she was 15 and so stunning that all sound stopped in her presence. Within a year, sex had become second nature because I am also a quick study, and I’d fallen in and out of love a good five times, maybe six.
Venture
Happy Days (and Nights) at Ye Olde
By Nancy Weber
A month until my Medicare birthday, and along with others of my vintage I’m looking for alternatives to mere dissolution and death. The favorite topic is the late-life commune, never mind that most of us flunked utopia the first time around.
Voluptuous
Love Can Be Found
By Donna Davidage
Love is a many-splendored thing and comes in many forms. For some interesting reason, love can spend years in our life looking like pain and drama when in fact true love is never that. The challenge is living in true love.
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Veracity
Love, hate, and the whole damn thing
By Nancy Weber
Even in Venice, November may be dreary, especially with the discovery that the Venice Guggenheim Museum has closed for the week — oh no! The year was 1973; my younger brother and I were on a celebratory jaunt, showing each other the monuments and minutiae we’d most passionately loved on previous separate trips to France and Italy.
Viva
Deadlines at Dawn The many lives of Sidney Zion
By Jerry Tallmer
In the pitch black at 3 o’clock in the morning of June 5, 1968, after I’d been up most of the previous 24 hours putting together and writing a backgrounder on the Valerie Solanis who had shot Andy Warhol the day before, the telephone rang. It was Sid Zion. “You better get your ass out of bed and go down to the paper,” he said. “Bobby Kennedy’s just been shot, out in Los Angeles.”
Vision eye in the art
Rigamarole at a Crossroads
By Jerry Tallmer
The odalisque — recumbent female figure — on one wall of Annie Shaver-Crandell’s big rambling loft in Manhattan’s NoHo shows a good deal of leg and thigh as she stretches out on a sofa, but is otherwise not anywhere as naked as the odalisques of, say, Manet and Ingres.
Verbiage
Sweethearts
By Graham Meyer
Once there was a strong, sensitive young lad. While walking through the town square, a doe-eyed, ringlet-haired lass passing by caught his eye, and he fell instantly in love.