Now that I’ve eaten a live maggot, I can mark that off my bucket list. Which is pretty amazing, especially when you consider that eating a live maggot wasn’t on my bucket list to begin with. So how did this extraordinary happening come about? To start at the beginning, I became a gardener, and I did that as an attempt to do something nice for my mother, so obviously it’s all her fault. Did you catch that, children? Even while staring eyeball-to-eyeball with half a century, it’s still possible to assign blame to your parents. Take note. My mother is getting older. How old I won’t say, but let me mention that I was born sometime in her third decade of life and, as I said, I am looking at 50 barreling toward me like a freight train/Trish Gannon, River Journal Politically Incorrect. More here. (SR file photo)

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