Food for thought

1.  Some of my favorite writers are also the wackiest:  Carl Hiaasen,  Janet Evanovich.  They never fail to make me laugh.  Like this paragraph from Evanovich's Top Secret Twenty-One:

"God bless," my father said, offloading half a cow onto his plate.  He added a mound of mashed potatoes and four green beans, then poured gravy over everything. My father never got the memo about red meat, colonoscopies, or heart disease.  His philosophy was that if you never went to the doctor, you never found out there was something wrong with you.  So far, it was working for him.

 This makes me laugh.  Sorry about that.