One day last summer, 80-year-old Loretta saw us as we were about to leave that Assisted Living Center. No, she was not panhandling. She waved us down because she loves My First Wife. So they talked through the car window till it started raining a little. "Ooooh, I gotta get in!" she screamed.
"Here, take the world's best umbrella," I offered, and plunked my hat on her head.
"Well, thank you, sir. Heh-heh," she said and kept on talking. I had plenty of time to take her picture.