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James Clapham for Quartz
STATE OF PLAY

The cost of aging comfortably

“Listen. Ninety-three, eighty-six, seventy-nine….”

This is how my father greeted me from his chair on the porch when I pulled into the driveway of my parents’ longtime home, in an Ontario village, three years ago.

“Uh, hi Dad,” I said.