The one thing that is strange about living in a high rise is that in your personal home you daily literally run right into strangers. Then comes the big decision. To talk as you pass in the hall, to nod, or to just walk on by.
It's breaking 50/50 so far with the senior circuit in my building. I've gotten interviewed in exchange for a full life story by some residents. While the other half of them just stare at me with "there goes the neighborhood" amazement that I can afford this place. Welcome to the new economy pals.
I said hello to an old guy who walked into the gym and I got nothing. There was no mistake. We were the only people in there. I know he heard me. But he just decided to invoke his rights as a senior in America. "I fought in the Korean War." "I'm tired." "I'm not talking to you hippie."
It's much like what Jerry Seinfeld said about the silver set not looking before they back out of their driveways in Florida."I'm old. And I'm coming back." But there is not way that my old people are EVER going to leave the close proximity to all this gambling and buffets.