The Scottish boy is now 6’9” or something like that, plays rugby for France, and said about the memory above, ‘I am 27 and still do the same things today Stanley..’ I remember when he saw that the family cat, which was pregnant, had eaten half of a rabbit, chewing it neatly, so precisely that it almost looked like it had been cut in half with a knife, and he laughed, 'ho ho ho', as if to say, 'That's really cool and disgusting'. The blood and guts was probably good training for someone preparing to play rugby.
A retired nurse says, ‘You've never experienced "gross" at its finest until sitting around a break room table with a bunch of nurses.
A friend says, ‘You have an amazing heart of patients for children.’ I reply, ‘Grace was putting my glasses on me first upside down, then diagonally-crooked. She has a great sense of humor.’
And just before last Christmas, I attended a banquet with Italian food (I had cannelloni, so all my Italian friends can all know that the voice pf Luciano Pavarotti (who looks like he ate several cannelloni himself) was going through my mind, and that Bella, who is of the family who own the hotel, is a gracious hostess. The Italian dinner was topped by the most wonderful brownies on earth. Since I've been to Colorado, Oregon, and Dharamasala, I can say that I know about some, shall we say?, 'interesting' brownies. I'm sure friends from these various locales could tell us about especially doctored brownies.
One friend says, ‘Stanley, I am noticing a predominate theme in your posts: they seem to all involve food, either spiritual or edible. I will now attempt to monitor which is posted most often.’ It’s rather a broad theme. I will try to offer food for thought--hard to offer food for stomach over an online connection. Friendship of people who are on the same page with you (and are, of course, therefore by definition 'right-thinking people') is a true delight. If they’re in their right mind, they’re of course naturally left handed.