A creaky train wreck of a man, the Cloaked Codger of Whiskey Ditch had long ago lived his prime life. By the early 1930s, having been reduced to a mere shell of a being, this gasping, grimy, wretch of ...

As I am quickly approaching my 75th year, I had to chuckle at Danny Heitman’s definition of a “codger” (“Envy the Old Codger,” op-ed, June 6). I wander in public wearing clothing that my wife frowns ...

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Unexpectedly, young voters seem also to appreciate Paul’s grandfatherly anti-charisma: his self-presentation as a good-natured old codger, charmingly baffled by the modern world. The ill-fitting suits ...