After another day at Paradise Village, it was good to have a visit from our neighbors Bill and Ruth. I was about to say old neighbors, but I remembered that we moved from a "regular" part of San Diego where there are people of all ages living in peace with each other to this place where we now live where everybody who lives here is over the age of 55 (I don't actually know anybody who is as young as that) with at least one resident a lively 102 years old.  Now when Ruth and Margaret reach the age of 102, they won't mind being called "old" friends.  Of course, Bill and I don't mind being called "old" friends now.