I’m a 72 year old retired widower now living in a retirement village and having the time of my life. What goes on is not what you would expect your grandfather or grandmother to get up to. Here are [previous stories](https://www.reddit.com/user/rayvoit/posts/) if you want, but they aren’t really necessary to read.
This is a pretty long story with a lot of introduction. If you want to, skip ahead to section 2 below.
For those who have read my past stories, I have to introduce a new member to our “Supper Club” group. Until relative recently there has been the five of us. Four women (Claire, Glenda, Di and Kath), and me, Ray. A few months ago a new resident moved in to a unit near by and his name is Keith. He is 70 years old, and like me, a widower. The two of us struck up a friendship quickly finding out we have similar interests in classic cars and anything mechanical. We both also came from an IT background. It’s interesting that earlier in out careers that we both worked on the same sort of mainframe computers but in different industries. It is great to be able to talk about “the good old times” with someone who knows and understands the same things.