The last day of the walk to Schenectady I met Howard. At Ninety-four he is still peddling about on his bicycle. He rode up as ninety-one year old Dottie walked over with her daughter. One thing I should say about both mister Johnson and miss Cook they look happy and fulfilled. Both look at life from the bright side, not from the twilight.
After returning home I attended my Aunt and Uncle's Seventieth Wedding Anniversary Celebration. They are both Ninety-six.
All of these folks are to be looked upon as examples.