Anecdote 2

Ken has extremely conservative beliefs. Once I remember watching television with him and the proposition ads came on discussing things like immigration and same-sex marriage. He was eating oatmeal at the time, and when the words "Jesus would vote NO on Prop 8" were said by a narrator, he threw his oatmeal at the television screen and yelled "WOULD NOT, I TALK TO HIM EVERY DAY" while attempting to stand up, but falling onto his knees. His nurse came running over to him, lifting him up back onto the couch.

Anecdote 1

My next-door neighbor Ken is confined to a walker because of the Vietnam War ( not because he is 92, mind you). The way he tells the story, it was a hot day, and he was walking through the Vietnam jungle. Suddenly, a grenade came flying through the air. Ken dove into a nearby hole dug by his side head-first, only to find that it was too small to fit all of him. The grenade blew up into the air, knocking a 60-pound boulder into his left knee. Ken lives in a small house with other senior-citizens under the care of hired nurses that cook, clean, and bathe them. The nurses want to confine Ken to a wheelchair, but he won't have that. He screams at the top of his lungs in his old-man jargon and sometimes can be heard muttering under his breath "damn Vietnam War."

Controlling Impression

Ken, the 92-year-old man that lives behind me is extremely insightful. Every morning he gets his walker and goes around the park three times, picking up trash. He repeats this six times a day. I would assume he is very lonely in his house, it's just him and his caretaker Maria.  I talk to him after I get home from school and before I leave most days. He tells me about his days in the Vietnam War and reminisces about "the old days." I really enjoy talking to him, though it takes a while for what he has to say to come out.