My great-aunt Helen was born on April 11th, 1913, just over 100 years ago.
At her funeral yesterday, the Priest mentioned how amazingly healthy she was, that she was still shoveling her driveway into her 90’s – even though her kids paid for a service to do it. She complained that they didn’t show up early enough. She also swept her lawn to keep it clear of debris… With a broom.
Finally, she was known for riding her bike around her neighborhood – well into her 90’s.
Let’s just say I’m not exactly surprised.
The only problem I’ll have is figuring out whether I should flip the handlebars up on my Venge when I hit 85 or 90. Personally I find the practice abhorrent, but you gotta do what you gotta do.