While I was standing across the street talking with my 84 year old neighbor lady today, she asked me what kind of foods I liked to eat. I told her everything, from anywhere, that I love food from anywhere. She grinned. She said her husband, who passed away twenty years ago, would have liked us boys. “We ate our way through life,” she told me. I said, “That’s the way to live.” She said, “You know it.”