A Tough Old Buzzard, aka Mom, Turns 80

I stopped by the nursing home early last week to tell my mom I would pick her up the next day, to take her to lunch to celebrate her 80th birthday. She looked startled at the news. “Jeez, I’m old,” she said. Three years ago, my mom spent her birthday in Good Shepherd Medical Center, bouncing back from once again having received the Last Rites. At the time, I wouldn’t have taken 10-to-1 odds that we would be heading to Cotton Patch Café on a sunny winter morning to mark her birthday with a plate of fried catfish. She is a tough old bird. That will be her epitaph, in my mind if not on the actual...

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