Intertribal Life Newspaper -

I saw my neighbor, Rose, walking to her mailbox and hurried to catch up with her. Rose and I were "friendly" but not "friends." We didn't visit each other but we'd talk a few minutes if we met at the mailbox.

"Hi, Rose. I haven't seen you for a while. How are you?" I asked.

When you ask people how they are, they usually say, "I'm fine."

Except that isn't what she said.

"My hair is getting thin. My eyes are bad, and I need new glasses but I can't afford them. My hearing is getting bad, but I don't want hearing aids and can't afford them anyway. I have to have all my upper teeth pulled and ge...