Health Care for Everyone
My Granddaddy Cozart was a piece of work. Loveable old fellow that he was, he had some of the worst habits a man could have: too much whiskey (including moonshine), too much Coca-Cola in the little green glass bottles, too many cigarettes, and a daily dose of fried foods and gravy. I never saw a leafy green vegetable touch his dinner plate. After Grandmamma became so ill she couldn’t stand without help, Granddaddy, bless his heart, held her up under her armpits so she could still make gravy for him. The fact she stood under five feet tall was a benefit to the operation.
Granddaddy’s smoking habit was a thing of legend. He claimed he started smoking at the tender age of seven, stealing tobacco and papers from his father’s pockets while he slept and then smoking his purloined ...