I have no idea what I want to major in. No idea what career I want to have. No idea where I want to live. But when I get to the age of about 85 or so, I have my whole life figured out.
In my home town of Milwaukee, Wisconsin, there are a few people that everyone knows. They are not philanthropists or polititions, they are just old people. These guys spend their days walking around the city, through the college campus, in and out of coffee shops, restraunts, movie theaters, and even bars (trendy bars at that). Everyone knows these people.
I have no doubt that this is what I want to do with my elderly life. Walking around, talking to people, wandering the differnt propieterships of the city. Thats the life for me. Elderly life that is.
Recently, one of this figures from Milwaukee passed away. For a few days, the city held their breath after hearing of the passing of James Liddy. People who Liddy probably didn't know (though they knew him), were saddened by his passing, and spoke out about it in local newspapers. This man, by his warm heart and active participation in Milwaukee culture, took hold of the entire community.
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