Kettle Kids

Here they all are. My honorary nieces and nephews. They wonder why I'm not coming around so much anymore.

I say, I work. Like your Pa. I'm in manufacturing.

Oh, yeah. That's Pa Kettle, my best chum for some , ...meh, ...couple of decades. He cooked me a steak last night the size of my dinner plate and I ate it all. Also there was a big baked potato. He didn't even ask if I wanted a vegetable, because he knows I only like mine out of a can. Then we sat one of the youngest between us and watched another DVD of 1950-60 school films/propoganda for good behavior. The kid kept turning to me and saying, "hear that John?" And I'd go, WHAT?