*William*

I laced up my shoes and grabbed my earbuds for my 6:00 AM morning run. I saluted Frank, my doorman of twenty years, who was busy finding an umbrella for a guest. It was hard to believe we’d known each other that long. Now nearing seventy, Frank moved quickly to hold the door for a lady and her stroller, then winked at me.

“Watch out for the rain puddles, sir.”

Though he’d lost roughly an inch in height with rounded shoulders, he was still ...