The woman that lives across the hallway from my parents is in her nineties. Apparently sometime in the last day or two she thrashed her apartment and about 20 minutes ago the paramedics carried her away on a gurny (I probably didn’t spell that right). She was a sweet woman and would always tell my (50 year old mom) that she should be a model. I’m hoping that she’s all right, but I also hope that she’ll do OK if they have to move her to an ‘old folks home.’ My mom will surely visit her if she does have to move, but I hope that others in her family would, too.