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I tell ya Vash, we miss posts like this from you. You know, you are all right after all.

Old people get like that. We will too one day.

My old lady neighbor next to my parent's is from the old days. Joe, from NY, his wife Rena is from here. Both Italians. He was a mean old man, they lived through the depression and was a tool and die maker during the war. He has told me to get off his lawn many times. No kidding here. We stayed off his yard. He dies about 30 years ago. Rena lived on for another 20 years. I would go help her with all the house maintenance stuff to putting a new roof on that house through my roofer, making sure no one take advantage of an old lady. Check up on her when there's an earthquake. She shakes like a leave on a tree during a cold windy winter night when that happens. Rena was in her late 80 or maybe early 90s, came to me as I was walking toward my parents with one of my workmen one day.
She shouts: "Jeff, Jeff, I have a new gardener".
Me: (My generic reply was) He must be good and responsible.
Rena: He's Mexican. But he's the good kind of Mexican. I can tell.

I almost die laughing but held it in. As soon as I got pass my parent's driveway, I turned and asked David, are you one of those good or bad Mexicans?

Old people, that's how they are.