"Dave, have you ever had a 
taco?" My mom dropped this question in the middle of a four-minute voicemail she left a couple of weeks ago. If she calls and I can't pick up, she leaves messages that are exactly four minutes long, because four minutes is when the voicemail cuts you off. So I get all sorts of news, uninterrupted, like the fact that my 85-year-old mother has just had her first taco.  
"Because you really should if you haven't. Delicious."  
Mom's trying a lot of new things now that she's a widow. This past New Year's Eve, her husband, my father, passed away. They started dating when she was 17 years old.  
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