When I requested his age, the man in the passenger seat of my Toyota—who had shoved apart my unplugged GPS and Levon Helm CD to sit down- answered that he was 107 years previous. Was this an exaggeration? Perhaps-he did not look a day over 90. But his solely son lived out west, he told me. So the centenarian lived alone in the home he’d always lived in, a dwelling that predated cars, parking tickets and air-conditioning—all ubiquitous features of this steamy August afternoon within the city. Our time collectively was short—an interplay that spanned six city blocks—and when I dropped the aged gentleman off he thanked me kindly, lisping barely over his unwell-fitting dentures.
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