I heard someone singing at the back of the bus
this morning. I thought it was a young man with headphones on. I turned
and instead saw a Chinese uncle revisiting golden oldies, no
headphones. I got up and sat next to him to hear him sing. I said he had
a nice voice. I found out he was 70 years old. He didn't even look 60. I
told him the singing must keep him young. He laughed. "I'm in my twilight years, many of my friends are gone. I also don't have much time left. I just have to be grateful and stay happy." And then we had a chat about
Engelbert Humperdinck.
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