He’s like 99 years old. Sometimes I see him outside gardening or sweeping the sidewalk, wearing full sleeves and pants, a wide-brimmed straw hat and those sunglasses that cover not only your eyes but your prescription eye-glasses and the sides of your head. He keeps busy and his yard is very nice.
Every couple months there’s a new sign attached to a new section of the fence. It either gets vandalized or ruined by the weather or goes missing, and then he puts up a new one. I wish there was a vandalism code of conduct against doing things to nice white picket fences owned by senior citizens with a good strong work ethic.