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July is National Hot Dog month and July 23 is National Hot Dog Day July is National Hot Dog month. It is estimated that Americans eat over seven billion hot dogs between Memorial Day and Labor Day. That’s approximately 818 hot dogs consumed every second.The biggest hot dog eating day is July 4.

“Good friends are like quilts – they age with you, yet never lose their warmth.”I have seen too many dear friends leave this world, too soon; before they understood the great freedom that comes with aging.

“You look great,” someone said to me last week. “Have you lost weight?” Which is always nice to hear, but it got me thinking.In the first place, I haven’t lost a pound, I assure you. I eat just as much bread as I always have, which is to say all the bread I can find.

An elderly gentleman had been having serious hearing problems for a number of years. Finally, he went to an audiologist to see what could be done to help. Once he was fitted with a set of hearing aids, the man’s hearing improved 100%.A month later, the gentleman returned for his checkup.

Have you ever asked yourself what the odds of you being you, are? The answer will bring you down some very geeky roads with large numbers, obviously. Using something tangible helps with wrapping our heads around some of the answers.

Brains of older people are slow because they know so much. People do not decline mentally with age, it just takes them longer to recall facts because they have more information in their brains, scientists believe.

First of all, my favorite story of the week . . . A man was sitting at a table in a bar and was about as drunk as it’s possible to get.A group of men noticed his condition and decided to be good Samaritans and take him home.

The last Christmas I spent with my dad was my most memorable. We were sitting around the table and talking about unforgettable Christmases. My dad said that the one he would never forget was in 1944.

The Thanksgiving feast—an American tradition that dates back to the 16th century when Spanish settlers held a feast of gratitude for God’s providence as they successfully arrived in what is now Florida.

It would be my first time to cut down my “own” Christmas tree. My dad and I had gotten permission from our good friend John Daugherty to go on his land and take any tree we wanted. We got started a little later in the afternoon than we had hoped.