“I do not regret the things I’ve done, but those I did not do.”
— Rory Cochrane
I had a mole on my neck ever since I was young, and recently developed one on my cheek right on my jawline. I had it checked out, and went in for a removal a few weeks ago.
Just got the news that they’re clean. So I guess the good news is that when I die, it won’t be because of the moles.
Before the removal:
Day after the removal; skin still charred:
Week after the removal; skin starting to heal:
Sodium makes up 40 percent of table salt so that 3000 mg of salt (about one level teaspoon or three packets of salt) contain 1200 mg of sodium, which is the ingredient listed on the label of all processed food. Most fresh foods have a low sodium content, but sodium is often added during food and beverage processing. In the American diet, this added sodium accounts for about 80 percent of a person’s total sodium intake.
Several lines of evidence strongly link a high sodium intake to hypertension. As an example, hypertension rarely occurs in countries in which people consume less than 1000 mg per day of sodium; it primarily occurs in countries in which people consume more than 2000 mg of sodium per day. Most Americans consume about 4000 milligrams of sodium per day.
Source: uptodate.com
The little man isn’t quite so little anymore. Vive checked in this week at 63 pounds, not including the dirt on his nose.
When I was quite young, say, twelve years old, there was an elderly man that we’d see jogging along the road. My Dad was the first person I remember who pointed him out. I can’t even begin to count the number of times we saw this guy on the way to school or baseball practice. Must’ve been a hundred times. And every time, Dad would smile and point, claiming, “Hey, there’s Grandpa!”
He was referring to his father in-law. My maternal grandfather Gilbert Freeman.
Spotting “the jogger who looks like Grandpa” became something of a pastime in the car for us, not unlike the sort of license plate games you play on a cross-country road trip in the station wagon. Only we never really kept score.
This was all twenty-five-plus years ago at least.
I’ve had a recurring surreal experience that keeps happening to me in the last five years since moving to the other side of town and learning that:
Our buddy’s still around!
Still jogging, seemingly every day, without fail. In the last five years there have been dozens of times that I’ll see this guy and smile to myself.
Yesterday was no different, except I had my camera on me. I’m happy to report that our buddy is alive and well, and still getting his morning runs in along Paseo Del Mar in San Pedro.
Spitting image, no?
My grandfather Gil in ’99 (with his lovely wife and my Gran):
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For the full effect, check out the video of Gill the Jogger in action on October 20, 2006:
