He’s lived in the house next door since 1956 and he’s always up early working in his garden or, since the fall, raking leaves. He’s 91 now and he’s lived alone since his wife passed away.
The other day he fell down the stairs with such velocity that he crashed through the drywall and broke his hip. Bloodied, dazed and unable to walk he dragged himself across the entire first floor of his house and somehow knocked the phone off the wall and called for help.
After the blizzard, another neighbor and I shoveled his driveway for him and I noticed the sticker on his back fender. “World War II Vet. Semper Fi.”
You may lose a lot of things when you grow old, but toughness, it seems, never fades.