My wife and I were flanked at the thread mills by two Wrinkly-Americans. Possibly 25 years our senior they moved slowly onto the machines and pushed the buttons quizzically to make them go. They paid no mind to time, us or the busy bodies around them. They figured out their routine and from time to time checked in on each other in a half nagging sort of way.
My wife and I looked at one another and noted the glimpse at a possible future. It looked pretty alright.