I’m skipping the fireworks this year; no hamburgers, hot dogs or ice-cold beer for me. Oh, I’m a proud son of my nation, don’t get me wrong. I just need to sing a different song. My cholesterol is high as hell. My triglycerides won’t quit. My knees are in such bad shape lately, I can’t stand still or sit. I’m gonna’ air fry up some chicken thighs and…
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