Lisa, a friend of mine, goes to the local nursing home whenever she has the time and does the resident’s nails while talking with them. I was speaking to one of the nurses there, and she told me that the ladies wait at the window for Lisa to come. I happen to be an artist, so now I go with her and draw things for the residents to hang up in their rooms. Now, when we drive up to the nursing home together, I see them waiting at the window too.