Patrick and I met for a quick lunch today at a tiny little Italian place in between FCCJ South Campus and the office that Patrick is working at this week. The restaurant was decorated in typical Italian style with old black and white pictures of NYC in the early 1900s. The Manhattan Bridge being built, famous NY Yankees baseball players swinging bats, the New York subway under construction.
As we were getting ready to pay our check some folks a few tables behind us were getting up to leave. We heard one of the ladies at the table say to the waitress, "I bet he is the oldest customer you've ever had in your restaurant." The waitress politely said "Oh really, how old are you sir?" The most adorable, wrinkly, shrunken little man looked up and said "I'm 106!"
Can you believe that! 106 years old and he is out to lunch!
I've never even met anyone who is 100, much less 106! Patrick and I watched them leave and then turned back and looked at all the old photos on the walls. Some of them had dates on them and it just floored me that that precious old man - who was born in 1904 - was alive when those ANCIENT looking photos of the Manhattan Bridge being built (which wasn't even completed until 1909, fyi) and it was still 8 years until the Titanic would sail out and then sink, the III Olympic Games were held in St. Louis, MO and the NYC Subway opened (yes I googled all of that).
Who is the oldest person you guys have ever met?
1 comment:
I think my great-grand mother was 92. But I'm pretty sure Gager is next up...she's 91 and still swims laps every morning at 6am.
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