Suki picked us up at baggage claim in San Francisco International Airport. I noticed that he walked with a cane now—one of those aluminum canes with a tripod of three legs at the bottom. That was new. But, otherwise, he didn’t look any different. He didn’t look any older. We came out to visit about every other year, and he never looked any older. Then again, once you hit ninety-four, it’s possible that your ability to look old has stalled at some kind of max point.
