During Thanksgiving, we took a plate next door to Mr. Bob (as we call him) and he was alone. Bob is about 80-something. Poor thing. His wife just died last year. We had asked him to come over, but he said he wasn't feeling too well so we took food for two days over to him.

Then, about 3 or 4 hours later, an ambulance came and took him to the local hospital. My sisters said it was because he ate some of my broccolli casserole...the snots.

He's home now and it was just a touch of the flu. Poor dear.
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