All the folks older than me in my family spent their times of farms.

Washing you hands was done under a cold water pump, just before a meal.

All my 'vacations' were on farms, working, until I was 16 when I went to Montreal for the summer.

My Uncle was a doctor with a large herd of breeding beef cattle. I always arrived to muck out the winter accumulation of stuff on which fresh straw was thrown daily. 3 feet deep. The decomposition heated the barn and the animals.

Now 77 and still working my Doc uncle claims we live in to sterile an environment. Less allergies and illness amongst those who get some bacteria into them.

You had to eat a peck of dirt before you died was the expression, and the new reality is that no one is building up resistance any longer. \

At least all the stuff that's wrong with me is genetic. Both forms of arthritis, hypertension, and osteoporosis. Hm....

Well, I just got the call, the first grandson is 1 to 3 hours away and I'm waiting to have a coffee and I'm off see Fion, who I'm sure to call Finnigan.

And wash out my eyeballs.

John Conley
Musica est vita