Three Tiny Essays On Aging

Big Paul

When I was a teenager, not-close-friends and girls I had recently met would try to call me and get my great uncle, after whom I’m named. There was a Paul Crenshaw listed in the phone book, so they’d call his house and he’d answer and they’d pause for a long time after asking if Paul was there and hearing his gruff voice say, “This is Paul.”

Then …