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Wednesday, July 27, 2005



There she was, wispy white hair pushed back from her face, hand reaching lazily into a clay bowl full of homemade popcorn, sipping cold beer from a glass.

She has popcorn and beer every night at 5, when the 5 o'clock news comes on. If she naps during the day, she can stay up until 2am at a dinner party. She reads the New Yorker. She lives in Mississippi in a house shaded by trees; she rarely turns on the air conditioning. She is 97 1/2 years old.

"Have some," she said, pushing the bowl of popcorn toward us. We obliged, and it tasted so sweet, like the popcorn my dad used to make when I was a kid.

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