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April 13, 2010
"If you want to live to be as old as I am," he says when I reach the fourth floor landing, "you won't run up the stairs!"

I didn't think I was running, but I guess to this ancient little guy any movement on the stairs is "running".

I laugh and hand him the food I've brought from the church. He presses a 50-cent tip in my hand despite my protests. He says my smile is worth everything.

He returns to his apartment and shuts the door. I hurry down the stairs since he didn't admonish me in that direction.