Just six years ago, James Srp was in his early 60s, relatively healthy, employed, and renting a house in Beaverton, where he’d lived for 15 years. He’s well-educated, an avid reader and comfortable around computers. His mobile, friendly face easily cracks into a smile. Sociable and articulate, he speaks in looping sentences with pauses to consider his words. He describes a long career in health care and computer work.
“I think of myself as a person who works,” he says. “You know, takes care of himself.”