It’s usually a “ho-hum” thing when my Uncle Mort calls. If it’s about business, I make sure to “think monkey” in front of it.
Recently, his “jabber” included details of his “blind hog luck” while fetching groceries from the thicket’s general store.
His visit coincided with the arrival of the bread truck, this time with a trainee.
“He was a talker, bringing me up to speed on the news in Dallas,” Mort …