Got choked up just a bit today. Attended a fundraising lunch one county away that was to provide funds to improve the fairgrounds used in that county to support 4-H activities. One fellow who surely had his 80th birthday a few years ago came through the door. He lives about 15 miles from the lunch site and is a lifelong bachelor. His best overalls and work boots hid some of the rough edges he has acquired over the decades. He walked up to the donation bucket and dropped in a $50 bill to pay for his lunch. After getting his food he sat a bit distant from the heart of the crowd and quietly ate his meal without any social interaction. But, he seemed to be perfectly content with that. He didn't show up for his benefit. He showed up to help a bunch of kids that don't even know he exists.
Recognized another fellow there who must be around 80. His wife passed away a couple of months ago. All of their children have found homes in different states, so what was once a very active life with all sorts of activities revolving around six kids and community service has been reduced to community service. His kids were in 4-H decades ago but he was in line directly ahead of me and I couldn't help but notice he dropped a $100 bill in the bucket just before my lesser contribution.
My wife knew fifty people to each one I knew there today. As she worked her way around the room chatting with others I stayed in one spot waiting for her return. Suddenly, one of the few people I recognized plopped down on the folding chair next to mine and struck up a conversation. I said, "Well, hello Henry. How are you doing?" He proceeded to tell me how he was doing. Then he stopped and asked, "Do I know you?" So, I told him my name and a couple other key identifiers then reminded him that I had bought a Registered Angus bull from him about 25 years ago. He remembered that quite well. Then we began talking about various members of his family and some of his neighbors. He could remember selling some insurance to my parents about 30 years ago when he was an agent for Swedish American Insurance. We compared notes on our experiences of living in Michigan many years ago, me not far from Indiana and him at the tip of the middle finger (ask a Michigander if you don't know what that means). One thing I have always enjoyed about this old boy with kids nearly my age is that he can't say three sentences without using five swear words despite being a Sunday School teacher, and a good one, at the Lutheran Church near where he lived as a boy, but not as a adult for many years. He knows his Bible well. But, his daily vernacular might make a sailor blush.
As we were leaving my wife asked me about my conversation with Henry. She informed me that he was diagnosed a couple years ago as having Alzheimer's Disease. Could have fooled me!
women think ALL men have Alzheimers...
Someone told me that once. I can't remember who, but I think it may have been a woman.
Dementia or Alzheimer's can be very strange. They often present very well to strangers, especially if they are extroverts.
According to George Carlin all Women are crazy and of course that's because all Men are stupid.
If men weren't stupid, there would be a far larger number of single women in this world. Thinking with the wrong head is how I've heard it described.
I heard it started in the Garden of Eden. God told Adam he had good news/bad news. Good news - I'm giving you two heads. Bad news - I'm only giving you enough blood to use one at a time.
Rankin_File, post: 441951, member: 101 wrote: women think ALL men have Alzheimers...
Or does each woman just think their own husbands have Alzheimer's? That's why they believe some random guy they met in the grocery store over their husband.
