At our daughter’s wedding reception held at the farm several years ago, my younger brother, Bill (an outstanding internal medicine doctor, living in Boulder for the last 30+ years), was drinking a glass of red wine with obvious relish. My father-in-law, Ralph, (the model of all that is good and right in the Scottish Presbyterian tradition) approached. Bill, “I drink red wine for my heart.” Ralph, “That’s the same reason I eat oatmeal.”
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