We were in town the other day, and an old gentlemen was there buying all sorts of treats and then sittng on benches eating, people watching, and just having a great time.I and my family saw he seemed lonely(not really to find out later), and we went over to chat. He told us some great stories ,and tales of old.About the plowing all day for 50 cents and making mollasses, and much more. I was glad to meet him, and glad the kids heard him talk. He was 90, and very keen and alert, much more lucid than half the people I am around most days .I wondered later about what might be his secret to living so long, and it soon came to me. He laughed quite a bit, and smiled very much, and was a happy person.Come to think of it most folks I know who have lived very long are like that. What his eyes have seen and smiled at staggers my mind, what a good day. Marty.