If you walked down my block in Washington, DC,
right across from a school, you would definitely notice EJ.
She's 90 years old.
She drives a green mini Cooper.
She has a beautiful garden full of flowers.
You can often see her outside working in her yard.
Sometimes she's wearing this t-shirt that says, you don't stop lifting when you get old.
You get old when you stop lifting.
I can bench press 55 pounds and I can leg press 250.
She never married.
And sometimes I get smart ass and say, just lucky.
But even though she lives alone, she never seems to be lonely.
Last year I went to EJ's 90th birthday party.
It was at her house and it was kind of a rager.
Like,
the first floor was so packed with people you were standing shoulder to shoulder with everyone.
She was sitting in her kitchen, surrounded by friends, telling stories,
talking about how for her 80th birthday, 10 years earlier, she went to Trapeze School.
I kind of always wanted to do it.
I thought it would be a very freedom of grabbing hold of that thing and swinging through the air.