If you have a child, then you probably know whether or not he or she has had a measles vaccine (usually listed on the record sheet from your pediatrician as MMR, standing for measles, mumps, rubella). Most parents will get the shot for their children as part of standard operating procedure.
But if you’re an older adult chances are that you don’t know whether you’ve had a measles vaccine. Until recently, it wouldn’t have mattered whether you could remember because health officials said in 2000 that measles had been eliminated in the United States.

In “Walden,” Henry David Thoreau recounted his experience growing what he estimated to be a 7 mile length of bean plants. It was certainly a Herculean task, especially considering that he had few tools other than his hoe. And all the more so since, sadly, he took little or no pleasure in eating the beans — only in planting, cultivating and selling them.
Chinese are the champions

I love you, egg. From the sexy display of your eggs Benedict dripping with hollandaise sauce to your rustic eggs poached in tomato sauce with green peas and served with crusty bread (the way my Italian grandmother did it on Fridays during Lent) from the newly trendy Korean bibimbap served in a blazing hot stoneware bowl to Egghead, the fictional villain played by Vincent Price (Batman’s nemesis), there’s nothing I don’t love about you. 

In old movies you often see an older person who is desperately and obsessively seeking the Fountain of Youth, which they hope to find through injections of sheep placenta at a clinic in Switzerland or something. I always thought that was ridiculous and distasteful until I started to notice crepe-y skin on my hands and arms.