Two nights ago, I saw an Asian man walking ahead of an old woman (must be his mother) who looked like having difficulty to step farther. She was wearing a sari. Later he waited for her. I could fully understand what she felt although she appeared to be two-decade older than me. When I was young, I loved to talk to old people. I learned a lot from them. I loved to listen to their stories and to see their eyes glowing while dwelling temporarily in their happy good old days. As Curtis Mayfield said, I used to love to sit and listen to the old people talk about yesterday. There's a lot of good information there. I had a former teacher whose husband died three (3) decades ago, then she found another love, but later he left her. She told me that she was afraid to be alone in her grey hair days. She had a daughter and sons, but she always wanted to talk to me because I listened to her, and I understood her. Pearl S. Buck has a very good line related to this. "Our society m...