My grandfather died at 90. World War 1 Veteran. He smoked cigars all day and ended his day with 3 fingers of bourbon. He owned and ran a cattle ranch for 50 years. Liked to eat pig’s knuckles and drink cold pot liquor. Tough old bird.
Good for him.
My wife’s grandfather was the same. Basic derelict. Went out for bread one day and forgot to come home. 30 years later they found out he was still alive. I met him once. Did nothing but drink and smoke cigars.
Doc told him he had lung cancer. He ignored it. Five years later he went back to the doc who exclaimed “you’re still alive?”
Hahahahaha...pigs knuckles! My mom used to eat pickled pigs feet and to a little kid, there were few things more grotesque than watching her gnaw on those human-looking articulated appendages!
What’s cold pot liquor? Never heard of that.