I’d talk about taffy if we’re lucky enough to have it. We chewed rubber across the street from the taffy store hoping to catch a wiff of the taffy. If the wind was right you’d almost smell it over the horse manure we had to carry back and forth.

But you’ve said you’ve grown have you? Let me put my glasses on and take a look at ya. How old you get up to now? 17? When I was your age I was 24 and had to hide from the draft but I know you do the best you can and I don’t hold it against you. Life is softer now a days, you grew up with all your toes I see. We used to have to write our names on our toes in case they got stolen police weren’t now damn good barely got half of them back . … you’re a good boy tho lad. Strapping. Like your Father before he got sloppy and stumbled into all that doctor brain pull crap. Pills making people happy now. If I wanted haUppy I had to go to war and get an arm blown off and you don’t see me complaining.

Run along now son and tell your mother I need another rooted beer and make it a good one this time. Damn lazy kids. My father never ask twice a day in his life. He asked once then he kill ya and replace ya with a kid that minded better and they call that abuse now. That’s why nothing ever gets done anymore with the construction down the road. Six weeks for pavement and they call it progress. Their lucky. They don’t even… They don’t … damn kids.and their play tubes… Snoring … We stood in line for our kidneys… Snoring.