Both of my grandmothers died when i was a baby, and my grandfathered lived here in PR where as i was born and raised in Massachusetts. I got to spend a few months learning how to farm from my mothers father. It came in handy cause he kicked and now i'm living on the land he left. He was 84.
My fathers father, who is almost a complete stranger to all of us is alive and kickin at 96. He's been a bachelor his whole life, so you can imagine his living conditions and diet. But theres no changing him, he spends his social security check on hookers and cock fights, and hes been doing it for at least 30 years. he's a crazy old coot that once fashioned himself a pair of wings and jumped off a cliff. Spent a long time raising fighting cocks but has finally retired. His 3 room apartment is much more sanitary as a result.
The big local chcken relevant myth here is that if a chicken sits on an egg over friday night, the egg is "in play" and is no longer edible.
