Old is as Old Does

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My Geriatric Journal #9

Cover Sales Kit, Photo Ritz Carlton Reserve by R. C. Flores

When will I stop working? That’s easy, it will be the day I wake up and forget that I am alive — or the day I don’t wake up at all. At my age both dementia and death are imminent possibilities.

In the meantime, I have been busy creating a new print magazine. I know, dear jaded journal, what you’re thinking: “Only an octogenarian would spend time and money on a dying medium.”

Aha! Gotcha! This is not your ordinary magazine. It is not even your ordinary tourism magazine (I’ve been there, done that, twice). It is for visitors to the island who want to experience the best of Puerto Rico.

So how is that more than ordinary? I’ll cut to the chase: no reviews of Big Macs; no gargantuan stories that attempt to recreate the emotions of the writer as he or she gazes at the dazzling sunset as its sinks (and sizzles?) into a turquoise sea; no thinly veiled advertisements for the latest overpriced “fine dining” emporium — unless our knowledgeable writer really loved it.

I am creating a magazine that eschews hair- raising tales of white-water rafting (anyway, there are no rapids here), ignores listicles (an awful word I learned on Medium), and fails to include contact information for all the taxi companies in Jayuya (a remote mountain…