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.