JUST MAYBE I SHOULD HAVE EATEN MORE RADISHES

I've always wanted to be taller. I guess I'm not going to make it. Even though my dad, my brother, my uncles on my mother's and father's side and I are all the same height. Thankfully our son took his mother's side and wound up a respectable 6'2".

Despite heredity, I blamed my stature on my lousy eating habits as a youth. Once when friend Blaine who had moved to Midlothian came to visit, he commented "All you eat are hamburgers and grapes." And that was about right. A few years later I added fish and chicken. A few years after that, salad.

Not so with or 5 year old grandson. While our 8 year-old is picky, Nathan will eat anything. At a school luncheon for Thanksgiving, he was filling up on white grapes. He spied some black olives on the table which he mistook for black grapes. No problem. He just ate those thinking they were grapes. He probably won't stop at 5'8 1/4".

But now, there's relatively very few things I don't like. I do like radishes, but my favorite are the white ones. Every time we went to the store this past year I checked for white radishes. None available. All year long. If I ever find them again, you can count on me buying them all. Because hey, maybe it's never too late to add an inch or two.