Evanston: laked, finally
Evanston: laked, finally
When I commented yesterday on the dreary prospect of half the population living to be one hundred, I had not heard of Virgil Coffman.
An article on the NEW YORK TIMES site today is headed, “101 year old man buys a 426 horsepower Camaro.”
There is a photograph of Mr. Coffman, who looks and obviously is a sprightly 101, and his yellow car with black stripes in what is known as The Transformers special edition of which only 1500 will be made. Having outlived his wife and all three of his children, he is quoted as saying that since he is driving alone now, he doesn’t need a big car and wanted a sports car. He also says that he generally drives conservatively, but on occasion “likes to kick it up.”
He told a nephew that if he holds on to the $38,000 car for ten or twelve years it will be worth $100,000.
There is living to be one hundred; and there is living to be one hundred.
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Another news story mentioned in almost all the dozen or so newspapers I peruse most mornings also relates to yesterday’s post.
In what sounds like the plot of a bad movie, but is allegedly true, four people have been arrested in Peru on charges of murdering dozens of people for their fat, which when liquidized sells for $15,000 a liter to cosmetic companies.
Surely the technique already exists through liposuction or something similar to fill the cosmetic companies’ urgent needs more humanely. And with half the adults in the United States potential donors, this is a growth industry.
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Time and a heating pad have seen significant improvement in my geriatric complaints; and this morning, two weeks after I arrived back in Evanston, I managed to walk down to the lake. It is not far, less than ten minutes away; but a few days ago the other end of the condo was far.
Friday, November 20, 2009