Life with an 89 y/o can be interesting. boy can it be "interesting". I come home from watering the garden and Mom is complaning about the f'n bologna. "This isn't real bologna! this stuff isn't like the bologna I got up in Charleston. Look, this is made with chicken and pork, this isn't real bologna," "What", I say; "Mom, it says right on the package Bologna". "Well it isn't like I got back home! It isn't worth a flip! Take me to the store and I will so you." Well, you know I am not going to take her to no grocery store. Not a big one anyway, maybe up to FoodTown, midday with no traffic. The rant went on for about fifteen minutes then she gave up and went to her room. So, when I go to the store next I will look for real Bologna. The Arabs that own the stores on island probably have some made with goat. Oh! It is about time for a Rum run. gotta go.
Cheers!
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