Mr Foote is an 87 year old fellow who lives alone in a tiny, run down, one room wooden home. When I read the meter on his house, I always make sure that I bring him a granola bar or something, which he relishes.
I would like to return one day and just sit on the porch with him, perhaps learning more of his history.
I come upon many such people as Mr Foote, living alone, making do.
