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SUNDAY RAIL EXPO SALE AND SHOW: From 10 a.m. to 3 p.m. at Savannah Regional Recreation Center , 1545 Buena Vista Blvd . in The Villages. With snack bar, raffle and free parking. Admission is $6 or $5 with coupon and free for children under 12. Call 352-603-6870 or email amgoldho@reagan.com. HARVEST GRAPE STOMP : At 10 a.m. at Lakeridge Winery and Vineyards, 19239 Highway 27 in Clermont. With grape stomping competitions , complimentary tours and tastings and live music. Beer, soft drinks and food available for purchase. Call 352-394-8627, email jcabranes@lakeridgewinery.com or go to lakeridgewinery.com. MEMPHIS THE MUSICAL: At 2 p.m. at Historic State Theatre , 109 N. Bay St. in Eustis. Tickets are $20. Call 352-357-7777 or go to baystreetplayers.org. LONGEST YARD SALE : At 9 a.m. at Renninger's Flea Market and Antique Center , 20651 Highway 441 in Mount Dora. Come to shop or sell. Call 352-383-8393 or email kathrinekeach@renningers.com. KISMET: At 2:30 p.m. at Moonlight Players’ ...

Want to have a great foreign trip , but don’t want to spend a fortune? Here are my best tips for surviving jet lag , staying hydrated and saving time and money. Take a red eye. They’re cheaper because no one wants to fly at night, but in terms of jet lag, they’re your friend. Yes, the next day you’re dragging your sorry behind around after being up all night on the plane, but when you finally crash at the end of the day, you’ll be able to sleep no matter where you are. Get going right away. On your first day, after you arrive on your red eye, make sightseeing plans that same afternoon. Otherwise you might be tempted to just collapse and sleep all day, and that will only make your jet lag worse. However, don’t plan your most important sights that day, because you’re going to be groggy. We hired a private guide to take us around Havana, Cuba on our first day, after arriving at 9 a.m. She picked us up at 1 p.m., after we had a chance to shower and a short nap. We were too tired for mus...

I am an old man in his sixtieth year. I have entered that decade of life which destroys the last illusion and beyond which lies death, swift or lingering, actuarial or real. I am also poor, incontrovertibly, humiliatingly poor, for the first time in my life. My total annual income , from a modest pension ($1980) and the interest ($168.75) from an equally modest savings account , is 6 percent of what I earned in my prime-and less than two thirds of the property tax I once paid on a five-bedroom home with swimming pool in Westchester County, New York. I am divorced and living alone in an alien city of 800,000 strangers. My aging body betrays me day by day; the ground I am losing now I lose forever. So I perceived myself, at any rate, when the plane from a foreign country dropped me in San Diego one night seven months ago. Behind me stretched an aimless, six-year, expatriate trail through the South Seas, Asia, and Latin America that began when divorce and its inevitable byproducts-seco...