I’m on the verge on declaring Independence Day.
As a 68-year-old grandfather of nine, I’ve accumulated more than my share of medical discomforts.
I’d sound like a grumpy grandpa if I listed them, but let’s just say, I hurt.
Now then, over the years, various doctors have given me various “recipes” for avoiding more complications.
Additionally, I would like to be a vegetarian, just to save the animals if nothing else.
Peanut butter? On ice cream.
Another piece of pie? With ice cream.
Another football game? Sure, bring on the Packers.
One of these days.