In the last month, among a number of newspaper stories, I did an article about “Alice.” She’s 103 years old. Tremendously spry, and lucid, she was living on her own in a house, until she fell and broke her hip. (Now she’s temporarily in an assisted living facility.) She got around fine before then, with the help of “Meals on Wheels” and some caring neighbors. What’s more, she had (is having) quite a life. When asked where she grew up, she winked and replied: “I never did.” Like with Native American cultures, and such, we should be valuing our elderly, much more than we do. Our Social Security position paper revolves around that.