Old people with money.
If you read only the news headlines (or watch the television equivalent) you probably believe that all people over 65 are one medical bill away from living in a cardboard box. True, many seniors live on small incomes, especially never-married women (my niche.) But even some of us have paid-for houses and savings.
The truth is that my parents generation (WWII-era folks) frequently enjoyed larger retirement incomes than they did when they were working. Those "defined benefit" retirement plans were da bomb, kiddies. While Baby Boomers weren't as saving as their parents, plenty of them have far more retirement income than necessary for basic expenses.
Google "The Villages" and read about well-to-do seniors with luxury homes, SUVs, golf carts, and expensive hobbies. If they are frequently angry and/or miserable, it's not due to lack of money. Their joints hurt.
This author lists his hometown as Toronto, but much of his time is spent at his retirement home in an up-scale neighborhood on the East Coast of Florida. He's wealthy, apparently. He has one of his friends say, "You're rich, Pappy, but not THAT rich." And his wealth is obvious in other ways.
Never married, but a fond (mostly) uncle to various nieces and nephews, he dates and is suitably irritated when women his own age make snide comments about his younger GFs. Who's to say those girls aren't with him for his looks and personality? Who cares?
He's a publisher who's written books himself, although nothing you'll remember from the best-seller lists. And in his old age he's acquired a new hobby - collecting old radios. He freely admits that he can give no reason for his obsession with them and the amount of money he spends collecting them. He's literally in a "daze" about the whole thing.
He has some good stories about his childhood in a Jewish family in Toronto with a quiet mother and an eccentric father. People owned radios in those days and he remembers owning and listening to them, but none of it explains his current collection. It just happened.
Like everything else, there is a community of radio collectors and sellers. Also books on the subject and (most likely) conventions. Modern Americans have WAY too much time on their hands and they have to figure out some way to use it.
His stories are about his family, one of many Jewish families living in Arab countries in pre-WWII days. Then the political climate changed dramatically and they scattered to more hospitable countries, like Canada. He is half Ashkenazi Jew and half Sephardic Jew, a rare combination since the two groups tend to avoid each other and intermarriage isn't encouraged. I could have done with one fewer radio story and an explanation about how this unusual marriage occurred, but it's his book.
He's a good humor writer and God knows if there's anything we need now it's a good laugh. Or even a bad one. I remember pulling a kiddie chair up to my aunt's big floor-model radio (no longer working by the time we met) and pushing the numerous buttons and pretending to be on a space ship. If I ever saw any of the colorful radios he collects, I paid no attention. You couldn't run fast enough to give me a large collection of them.
Still, a laugh is a laugh and I'm always grateful to any writer who supplies one. Even if it's about old radios or cranky old friends. I enjoyed it and would read more by this author.