Ruth E Weiner

Seventy-eight-year-old Mavis rides a motorcycle, smokes a stogie, and swears like a sailor. Eighty-four-year-old Blooma bakes tasty strudel, as long as she doesn't confuse the sugar with the salt. Nothing satisfies sixty-eight-year-old Gertrude who complains that the early bird specials aren't early enough. And seventy-two-year-old Winnie stands as rigid as a clothes hanger on a designer rack. Thrown together at the Boca Raton Senior Center because...