This morning at a quarter to seven, I was walking on 150th Street. I saw an elderly man get up on a bike with difficulty. As soon as he saw me, he got off the bike. He had only covered 20 metres.
He said to me, “You are running and I am cycling. I am 75. How old are you?”
I said, “I am nearing 75.”
He was so happy to hear that.
RB 834. 14 May 1985↩