by Helen Dano
Three conditions shamed his wanting a mate: aching bones, incontinency, gray hair too thin to dye.But it's Saturday morning, and it is springand he is shuffling along, chortling, happy.He has found someone to love, afterall;she loves him back, too.And they are holding hands,making a dash --just like everyone else-- to catch the shuttle leaving Grand Central for Times Square.
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