Uncle Mort, age 108, said he was ‘locked and loaded’ to give me an earful when he called recently. Reflecting on our lengthy conversation later, I decided he had unloaded at least two “earfuls,” rapidity at 250 words per minute, with gusts to 300. He had Olympic Games on his mind, but managed to include multiple topics during our “pow wow.” I never dreamed that my old uncle down in the thicket would ever become sensitive about his age, but he apparently has. “Since I reached three digits nearly a decade ago, it seems to me column references could be to your ‘aged uncle’,” ...