If, as someone once said, a 20-year-old who isn't a socialist has no heart and a 40 year old who is a socialist has no head, what can you say about an 80-year-old who has never wavered for a moment? That they have no teeth, probably, and that they live at Sunset Hall. This is a lovely piece; it would have been easy to make fun of these guys, and easy to be sentimental about them, but this avoids both pitfalls. A real testament to appealing crankiness!