Uncle Nose

Uncle Wiggley is also Uncle Nose. I might have named him that, but I cannot quite remember why. He has a nose with patrician character. Not a DeGaullian nez, nor a Jimmy Durante Schnozzola. A nose with a slight break in it. Uncle Nose looks positively dashing in the pictures of his youth. I just visited him. His daughters flew in from Lake Forest last night, worried. I guess worry runs in the family. Anyway, Bill-Wiggley-Nose-Uncle or Not is back in his senses from a bad place at the beginning of the week. The problem is serious, and the daughters are not going to remedy it. Bill cannot remember how many of the white ones and how many of the pink ones he must take every day. A caretaker can come in, but when it comes to this point, it is pretty far along. Bill doesn't want to give up his independence. Moving out is the last step before the grave in his estimation, and I'm not disagreeing with him. The issue is when to intervene, and that time is not far away. Were I to be as lucky, I can look ahead to nearly thirty more years before this, were I as lucky!