Pop

Dinnertime. Pop is getting out the frier, and he says that he is going to make a ham sandwich. I asked him, "You're going to have fries with a ham sandwich?" He said, "That's the best thing!" I asked him, "But aren't the fries bad for your high blood pressure?" Annoyed, he said, "Everything is bad for that", and he waves it away and adds, "I'm going to eat what I enjoy. That's the kind of guy I is."

His blood pressure became topical when he went yesterday to get a little dental surgery done. They said his blood pressure was too high and they had to stop, and they sent him to the hospital to be looked at. These things have to be more worrisome when you are in your mid-seventies.