Monday, September 16, 2013

I hope I'm as relentlessly tough when I'm old as Olive's grand Dad Ed.

 He rolled his car last night. After beating a stroke, and now recovering from beating cancer, he flipped his car on a dark mountain road (pea gravel) and then walked home battered and bloody. Weak as he was from the cancer ordeal he had to jump a fence and walk an hour and a half. After the paramedics left his house he told his wife "now I'm finally hungry" and they went to a 24 hr. greasy spoon for some 4am vittles. Mad props to Ed.

Mpre than a little credit goes to his wonderful wife and family. Everyone pulls together.:)

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