Like A Good Neighbor

I am still working on extending my back yard fence. With a little luck, I should be done this year - or next. One of my neighbors, Frank, a spry 86 year old, comes over and talks with me while I work. 

Today, he had been working in another neighbors’ yard and when he finished he came over to visit. And, he brought me a beer and a hand full of potato chips - literally a hand full. I graciously declined his offer so he partook himself. He said that he drinks one beer per day. That’s 365 beers per year. If he should go before his 100^th birthday, he figures he will miss out on some years. So right now, he’s working on 2027.

I like Frank.

PMO
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