Go with the Flo

 

I met Florence at the Twyla Tharp performance tonight. She is 105 with a good haircut and a Crown Royale in her hand most evenings while she reads the Times. She said her last couple of years have been challenging. Wow. She was born the same year as my mother. As we passed in front of an usher, I said 105 - and he said, yes, he knew she was in seat 105. Wow. There was something thrilling about meeting the oldest person I've ever met.