I can't eat the really hot stuff anymore. Once it could not be too hot but those days are gone. Gettin' old I guess.
Way back in high school in a very mixed ethnic city, everyone would bring in hot peppers for lunch. All home grown in their family garden. Charlie and I always rode to school in a primered 50 Ford. One day I'm alone and in the first period class the teacher asked, "where's Charlie?" I answer, We had another hot pepper eating contest at lunch yesterday!" "Charlie lost?" the teacher asked. "No, He won!" I answer.
