It began simply enough. There were 12 of us at the spacious table, gathered for a tasty, albeit unconventional Christmas meal of soup and salad. My adult son was seated to my immediate left. Meal completed, compliments and gratitude expressed to the preparer, my son turned to the fellow on my right. “You want some
My left foot is fine. My left arm? Well, maybe not so much. originally appeared in KevinMD.com.
