“I got 11 brothers and sisters,” Gip’s son, Keith Gipson said, wiping the sweat from his brow at the barbeque, “and none of us know how old my dad is. But going by our own ages and family history, 96 could be about right.”
In his dapper floral hat and white-and-gold silk shirt, you’d likely knock a couple of decades off Gip’s age when you see him leading yet another lady out onto the dance floor, despite the back brace that he also wears.