It was an average week in an aging city. Frederick Jones, 88, fell in the kitchen of his Crown Heights apartment and went to sleep on the floor, resting until he felt strong enough to pull himself up. Ping Wong, 90, told her daughter that she could not make their annual spring trip to Atlantic City — the drive was too long, her back and joints too sore. Helen Moses, 90, decorated an enameled copper pin for the man who lives two doors down in their Bronx nursing home. He held her hand in a loving squeeze.
– The New York Times