I was having dinner at a diner in Ennis, Montana when two old cowboys slid into the booth behind me.
Being nosy, I leaned back to eavesdrop.
Waited to hear tales of fast horses, stampedes and loose women.
Then one old cowboy tells the other old cowboy that the doc had to change the dosage on his Lisinopril.
Guess death, taxes and high blood pressure accrue to us all.
Alas.