Back in ’24, George Jones probably spent a lot of time playing.
Of course, that was in 1924, when he was a toddler. In 2024, the 101-year-old World War II veteran spends a lot of time writing columns for the local newspaper. He might need a walker to get around his assisted-living facility in Monroeville, Alabama, and there’s a bit of gravel in his voice, but his brain isn’t on Social Security. “Sharp as a tack” is a term that would aptly apply to Mr. Jones.