In the late Sixties, a few of us used to get together frequently on Saturday mornings (early Saturday afternoons, really) and someone would cook up a huge mess of Spam and scrambled eggs. We would consume enough so that for the next hour or two, all we could do was sit around and burp and scratch.

My wife Barbara is not really freaky about diet, but she keeps up on the elements of good nutrition, avoiding too much salt, saturated fats, minimizing red meat intake, that sort of thing. She's pretty creative, so I can't complain. She does most of the cooking, because my culinary skills encompass such things as throwing a frozen dinner in the microwave and making Dagwood sandwiches with bagels. They peak out with the peanut butter and grape jelly sandwich (my pn & gj sandwiches must be eaten while wearing a towel, otherwise you turn blue).

I was seventy years old my last birthday and I'm essentially sedentary because I'm stuck in a wheelchair, but my blood pressure hovers around 130 over 80 and the last time my cholesterol was tested, it came out at 1 76, with a good balance of HDLs and LDLs.

Sometimes I would kill for a huge plate of fried Spam and scrambled eggs!!!

Don (drool drool) Firth