
I played billiards with Yakov at the Anchorage Senior Center this morning while Joan and Lisa walked the bike trails. Yakov was 60 when he first came from Moscow to Anchorage for two months to visit his sister. He

Yakov, until he had a stroke and heart surgery two years ago, was riding his bike everywhere, swimming every day, cross country skiing, and drinking vodka. Even though he's been studying English since he got here, it is hard for him. He told me today about problems learning English, "Old dog (that's me), No can learn new tricks."

He's not as energetic as he was, but he still drives with a bike rack on the car, or puts his bike on the bike racks on the city buses. Walking (that is for a mile or mor

So after he beat me in every game, except one where he seemed to purposely miss the pockets, we biked over to a small lake to meet the women where we had picnic. A nice, relaxing, quiet day.
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