"Good morning America, how the hell are you?" is what he hollers every morning before getting out of bed. Then it's a walk in the neighborhood spearing trash using a piece of wood with a nail sticking out that he found while walking. Might as well put it to good use. His mantra is, "If you can do something for yourself or for someone else, do it."
It's been 12 years since he retired as a Hennepin County caretaker for mentally ill adults, but his days are packed with volunteer work and a busy social life. He never married and has no siblings or children. "I'm still hoping," he says." For a while he had a button that read, "Looking for a sugar momma," but didn't get any bites.
He lives in the same house where he was adopted. His mother who raised him also was an only child. Possibly being the last of his line doesn't bother him in the least. He thinks about mortality the same way. "I've been through this world once and that's enough. And I don't want to come back as anything else."