TomSeller
Super Member
The past couple of weeks I have seen several guys I worked with over the past forty years. The ones who were "cheeseheads" when they were younger are something to see now. Last Wednesday I saw Joe, who is about fifty, at a local drive in restaurant. He has a late teenage, early twenty something daughter who helped his wife get him out of the car. His right arm is strapped to his side to keep it from moving uncontrollably. He was slobbering from the right side of his mouth. Not a pretty sight. His wife said he has had several strokes. The second guy I saw at a funeral home during visitation. He walked in with a cane and his wife guided him around the room. I stood right in front of him and held out my hand to shake his. He didn't recognize me or realize what I was doing until his wife told him to shake my hand. I worked with the guy for more than twenty years. His wife said that he has also had a series of strokes. He is not fifty and could not recognize me. I didn't talk to the next one. Saw him in one of the battery powered buggies at Wal-Mart. He is in his early fifties and looks eighty. The fourth one worked with me nearly every day during the late 90's. I did talk to him but he has had a lung removed and could not stand and talk at the same time. We had to find a place for him to sit. He said that he has had a series of mini-strokes and lung cancer.
These guys were the every weekend type of cheese eaters. Two had been caught culturing it.
They are all from about 45 to 55 years old. I doubt if any will make it much past 70.
Every one of them seem to be in a living he11. Their families are too.
Glad I never picked up that habit.
These guys were the every weekend type of cheese eaters. Two had been caught culturing it.
They are all from about 45 to 55 years old. I doubt if any will make it much past 70.
Every one of them seem to be in a living he11. Their families are too.
Glad I never picked up that habit.