On this visit she posed the philosophical question, "What the hell good are you at 96? I'm lucky I can wipe my ass."
Later, we took her to the dive bar where she bartended until she was 87. She's a local celebrity there; they don't even charge her for her weekly vodka and tonic with a side of ice. This regular came up to our little group. He had just bought a house and he wanted to invite her to his house warming party. "I want you to come. You don't even have to bring anything," he says. "I guess I'll return that dining room set then," she deadpans.