Lucky lived on the top floor & after Bobby died was pretty isolated. We finally managed to get him to get hearing aids, which gave him a new life for his remaining 5 or 6 years. He was able to get a phone & a TV. He also had an aide, who by the time she heaved herself up to 4 flights of stairs was unable to do any of the cleaning or shopping she'd been hired to do. So they sat around gossiping & cackling & playing cribbage, unless she gave it up, as I did, because he was such a notorious cheater & gloater. Except for that he was a wonderful person, who spent all year combing through catalogues to find the perfect gifts for his "nieces," me & Maggie. He made borscht & gravy for Thanksgiving and looked out for us & the building.
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