This hit me right in the feels. Decades ago I was a paperboy whose route included an old age home. I'll never forget that place - it was a soul-less 50's 4-story building that stank of strong disinfectant. It was unnerving, even for a somewhat clueless kid. I was very into WWII airplanes and struck up a friendship with a former pilot who shared his stories and gave me a few photos. He was a very nice man and I remember thinking how sad I was he was alone. I'm a lot closer to that age now and it still breaks my heart.