"There are forests. Fewer and fewer as time goes on but... there are. I haven't seen enough of them myself but they're beautiful." Frank wished he could show Blythe a forest.
"Well, I'm sixty-five, that's all. It's a little late to start... changing anything. But now it sounds like I'm whining and really I'm not. I'm lucky to be in good health at my age and... well, I had a job and I imagine I could find another one."