Caustic Burno":10vrzg4e said:
At my age I am more concerned with the shape of the kitchen versus the shape of the cook.
:lol:
Went home on vacation. Got into Cincinnati. Rented a car. Drove to the little farm where I was bred, born, and raised. Dad came to the door. I stood in shock. He was a small old man. I had not seen him in several years. He was 83. He saw my expression. Tears filled his eyes. He said, "Ron, I'm an old man.".
We sat down at the old kitchen table - navy beans and ham with corn bread. We were eating and dad was explaining he had prostate trouble. I told him he needed to get that taken care of. He said, " Yes, I need to take care of that I still might want to use that some night."
I looked over at mom and she rolled her eyes way back and said,"I didn't really care for that when I was younger, I sure am not interested now."