Haha, no togas in the beginning, not sure how long the good times continued. I doubt they cooked the fruit. My grandmother used a washboard and made me use it. She wanted me to appreciate how easy I had it. She lived in a tent for awhile but never made me live in one. Her dad was weird, he had an outhouse in the kitchen. I always wondered what an outhouse in the house would be called. Wine, ick you can have my share. I think my Dad’s accident has something to do with my aversion to alcohol.
Jake

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