Its like asking why do we have memory.
Good evening, Secret Agent Man, and a Blessed Lord’s Day to you and yours.
“Its like asking why do we have memory.”
I can’t recall why at the moment. :)
Excellence: ...” waiting for daughter to bring me back a pickle from the county fair.”
When I was a kid and went to a flea market or bazaar, I’d always get a big garlic dill pickle from one of those barrels. Better than candy. Lately I’ve discovered Ba-tampte garlic dills in a jar. Hard to find but good.