This week is Mother’s Day, did you call your mother? Well, by the time you read this, it will be too late for that, so hopefully you called momma, and hopefully you still have a momma.
My mother is still alive and, hopefully, will be for many years to come because she is the sole survivor of my family from the old days.
I had three grandparents about 15 years ago, but they all died within six months of each other. I can still see my grandfather cooking chicken in the air-conditioned kitchen of their small lake house while I sat in the entryway drooling and waiting for it. His secret to unquestionably good fried chicken was to fry it hot, 369F, to seal in the juice and make it unquestionably crispy and brown on the outside. He was a Heating and Air Conditioning rep who worked a lot, but he still had time to cook us some delicious meals when he got home from work. My friend and I grew up living with our Grandparents because my parents divorced and had no money to support us when we were only 20 years old. My father built an empire of Heating and Air Conditioning suppliers and worked in the heating and cooling industry until he died at the age of 79. He used all of that money to buy 25 houses, and it will be passed down to us after my stepmother dies, though she will genuinely outlive me, so I won’t see a dime, and I couldn’t care less.