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Work Skills Associates
Distance: 0.9 Mi712 Matadero Ave
94306-2734 Palo Alto -
Living Wisdom School
Distance: 1.1 Mi456 College Ave
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Going Public with Our Teaching
Distance: 1.6 Mi51 Vista Ln
94305-8703 Stanford -
Violin Studio
Distance: 2.2 Mi744 Holly Oak Dr
94303-4142 Palo Alto -
Egan Junior High School
Distance: 2.2 Mi100 W Portola Ave
94022 Los Altos
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Perspectives are two-minute opinion pieces broadcast every morning on KQED-FM in San Francisco as part of NPR's Morning Edition. As an occasional contributor to the series since 1997, I've expressed my opinion on a wide variety of subjects, from how to address families with different last names to how I feel about being married to a man who drives a Suburban (and the follow-up, how we got rid of it responsibly). Below are the complete texts of my Perspectives. The audio - and podcast! - are also available on the KQED web site, www.kqed.org/perspectives. Do a search for debbie duncan in the audio archive. (If I knew how to put a link here, I would. My web guy went to college after the dot-com boom went bust. I'm just pleased that I know how to add text to my web pages.) Team Dad: I'm grateful to them, and I'm grateful to my father for planning so well for his old age (November 23, 2009) My father always believed in planning ahead. He made a list of the hymns and scriptures he wants at his memorial service back in 1976. In 1996 he drafted his obituary and added it to the papers in the blue metal box labeled "death," even though, according to the obit, we won't need it until 2015. Perhaps because his own parents, who were born in the 19th century, lived well into their 80's, Dad planned for decades of retirement. He and Mom often said they didn't want to be a burden to me and my three brothers. Thanks to several good jobs, a healthy 20th century California real estate market and some timely investments, Dad should be able to live out the rest of his years in the Assisted Living complex he and Mom chose and planned for. (Barring another economic collapse, that is.) Since I was the only adult child living nearby, Dad began turning his financial and legal affairs over to me about three years ago. First he introduced me to his accountant, then his banker. I knew we were doing the right thing the morning we had an appointment with his lawyer to sign papers giving me Power of Attorney. Dad suddenly didn't know where the office was as he told me to drive round and around what turned out to be the wrong block. Before Mom died, she asked me to deal directly with their doctor and help them make medical decisions. Now I make all of Dad's appointments, pay his bills, his taxes and deal with the nurses who manage his daily tasks. I am my father's guardian. But I couldn't do this without Team Dad. He chose his professional advisors wisely while he was still able. I call on them often. And Dad was smart enough to bring me on board when he did. He's too proud to admit he has dementia, but he knows. And it doesn't matter because he planned ahead for this possibility. Every time I visit Dad, I thank the nurses for taking care of him. What I don't do often enough is thank him. This Thanksgiving week is the perfect time to start. With a Perspective, I'm Debbie Duncan.