My maternal grandfather was a starving Tattoo Artist during the Great Depression of the 1930s who once met a Successful Hobo who paid my starving grandfather — to tattoo him from head to toe — in enough peanuts to last my grandfather an entire week.
The equivalent of seven jars of peanut butter in TODAY’S ECONOMY:
Thank God for that Successful Hobo who once paid my starving grandfather in peanuts during the Great Depression of the 1930s . . . or yours truly wouldn’t be here, today, to relay this heartwarming tale to you if it weren’t for based chaps like my maternal grandfather and that Successful Hobo who once saved my grandfather’s life during the Great Depression of the 1930s by paying him peanuts.
P.S.
I forgot to mention that that Successful Hobo was none other than my paternal grandfather. ☺
The FISHER of MENSIS 