It ain't over 'til the fat lady sings...
Lorman R. is 88 years old, a tall, thin gray-haired dude who wears plaid shirts tucked neatly into well-fitting Levi’s. His hair is neatly trimmed, he moves quickly, gets up out of his chair without making that old man sound, and he has an eye for the ladies. Except when Sharon H. is around. “I’ve... Sign in to see full entry.