1.3) My Life As A Rock Monster

I took the oldest man on the train today. He can't hear too great so we don't talk much, but it's a comfortable silence. I like that about him. He's the least obtrusive houseguest imaginable. He just asks for a little extra sugar in his tea. The old man had to bunk with the children, who crawled all over him, screamed in his ear, and were generally on their worst behavior. He loved it. What a blessing to be crawled on by your great-grandchildren. We should all be so lucky.