Another Year Free

Today was my yearly trip to my urologist. I've had yearly visits for two years. Before that were more frequent visits for treatment of bladder cancer. I was diagnosed on February 2011, and had two biopsies/surgeries in the following month; March 2nd and 30th. The reason I had two was because of the location of the cancer. Anyhow, all of it was removed - it had just begun to adhere to the bladder wall and was not difficult to remove. 

After that, I had a series of treatments via a catheter into my bladder for six weeks every three months. I would get a serum, BCG, which contained live tuberculosis germs (?). My white cells would then rush to the bladder to attack the TB and would attack the cancer as well. 

I did this treatment for six years with longer and longer intervals between treatments after year three. In between my treatments I was scoped to see if the cancer was gone, and then I remained clear. That was what I had today. 

Again I was clear. All in all, a good day.

Did It Just Happen Again?

Every day I check my Dictionary app to learn a new "Word for the Day". Today's word is ipso facto. It means "by the fact itself; by the very nature of the deed". It's a word I use frequently if not often.

That's not the interesting part. As part of explaining the word and its etymology, two examples in written literature or publication are shown. Today's examples were the following and were on my "read next" pile on my desk next to the computer. Eerie...

And from the Dictionary app...

How is ipso facto used?

... the notion that cars made in Germany would ipso facto be better crafted than others ... this would have seemed curious indeed just a generation before.TONY JUDT, POSTWAR: A HISTORY OF EUROPE SINCE 1945, 2005

I had, it seemed, defined myself as a "popular" writer, and if one is popular, then, ipso facto, one is not to be taken seriously.OLIVER SACKS, ON THE MOVE, 2015
 

Where Does the Time Go? Part 1

This morning at 2:00 am the clocks were set back an hour. We lost Daylight Savings Time. Until sometime this coming March when DST starts again and we move the clocks ahead an hour.

All this time change made me think about time; specifically, what do people do with the extra hour gained? I think most people use it to get another hour of sleep. I was up at 2:00. I was reading. So if I read for another hour did I get another hour of reading done, or did I get another hour of sleep once I went to bed?

And what about a person working a 12-hour or 24-hour shift over that 2:00 am clock change? How did they use their time? Did they end up with a 13-hour or 25-hour shift? Did they get paid for an extra hour? (I bet if they were union they might have!)

If you were awake during the time change, I hope you didn't waste it.

But I think the larger problem comes this March. On March 8, at 2:00 am, we will once again move our clocks ahead an hour. Now the question no longer is what you did during that hour (though we ask it nevertheless), but where did that hour GO? We can't get it back unless of course, you think it is the one we get back next November. But even it is, where did it go until that time?

A couple of years ago I read a very intriguing small book called "Einstein's Dreams" by Alan Lightman. While it didn't cover this question exactly, I was reminded of it today as thought about that missing hour. The book is about approximately 30 different dreams of Einstein about time and his special relativity theorem. It's a short book and relatively (excuse the pun) easy to read.

I'm going to re-read it and while I do, I am going to give this post some more thought. I want to know where that hour next March we will "lose" might go. And could it be related to the extra one we had earlier this morning? Hence, I will call this Part 1.

Reading - Coincidence, Deja-Vu, or What?

I've been reading a police procedural mystery based in England during the late 1950s. Actually, it is the second of a series. Yesterday my reading took an interesting turn.

As I was reading, I came across several things - not connected to one another - that happened to be either in the current news or was something I was thinking about earlier in the day.

The story mentioned the World Series in that "it was distinctly Americana". Last evening, by chance, the Washington Nationals beat the Houston Astros in Game 7 to become the 2019 World Champions.

Further along in the story, the detective made the comment that he was not expecting a "quid pro quo" about an information exchange with a snitch. Of course, this Latin phrase has been in the front-page news for several months now. And I have not come across it in any of my fiction book readings during that time. It was written in 2005 by the way.

In another conversation, the same detective was talking to an American private investigator and the movie "On the Waterfront" came up. The PI mentions Marlon Brando and Karl Maldon. I had been thinking of that same Jesuit priest that Malden played because someone had told me he (the priest) was in charge of the old labor library at Xavier High School where I worked for 17 years. When the library was closed, most of the old books were of no real value anymore and consequently, faculty were allowed to take a few if they wanted. I took a battered copy of an early "Wealth of Nations" by Adam Smith. I happened to note it yesterday as I scanned my bookshelf earlier that day for another book BEFORE I read the passage.

Finally, back to my mystery - a major part of the plot involves a candidate for the presidency who might be involved with the mafia or other crimes.

I've come across connections before like these examples, just not so many at one sitting that reminds me of something from the daily news or in the case of the labor library, something that happened to me.

And it's Halloween tonight.....!?!?

Took a Quiz Recently

On Facebook the other day, my wife posted a picture that challenged you to find a camel in the picture. She sent it to me and I took a screenshot of it. 

The picture was of a man's head and neck and was made entirely of colored drawings of different sized animals. The idea was that there was a correlation to how long it took for you to find the camel and if/how soon you might get Alzheimer's.

If you attempt to increase the size, it gets a little blurry which makes the photo harder to examine. I'm sorry about that.

It took me quite a few minutes, but less than a half-hour. Since I am already 75, I figure late-stage at best. 

Book Reviews

I've been thinking recently about writing book reviews; specifically, writing ones on books that I read. I find when I have read a book I rush to Goodreads to change the status from "Reading" to "Read", then give it a star (1-5) rating,  and then ensure that the reading starting and ending dates are correct, but then I stop. It asks if I want to write a review and always I opt-out. I don't want to take the time. I also don't want to try to write a review that tries to be as good as the ones I read on the site. Though I do remember writing one once  - can't remember the book - and it got a favorable comment.

I currently have three books, one fiction, and two nonfiction, currently waiting for a written review. All good books, but I haven't even started the first one yet. It's as if I don't want to take the time from my reading, to write about a good book that I enjoyed and let others know. So there they sit, on my desk, waiting to be looked at a final time before they each return to dusty confines of a bookshelf. Heaven forbid!

Ironically, I just am starting a re-read (as if I even have enough time to read the books I haven't read the first time!) and that is about...wait for it...BOOKSHELVES!

Nifty cover, right? It looks like a four-volume boxed set, but no it's just one hardback. The author is a very good one; I have his "The Pencil" and a few others. But I decided to add this to my current reading. "What am I reading?" you ask. Well, see for yourself.

Finally, as you can see, I have gotten away from writing any book reviews again... 

An Oriental Visitor

We've had a recent arrival of an oriental variety this week to our front shrub and flower garden. Some cocoon-looking nest has locked itself onto one of our shrubs. I took a picture of it and used Google to identify it.

Google identified it as a Chinese mantis or at least the cocoon, or ootheca, of one. It's actually a hardened protein-based egg mass that protects the eggs. Wikipedia says that the species was accidentally brought over in 1896 by a "nurseryman" to the Philadelphia area. Since then it has spread across the country. The pictures show a green to brown looking praying mantis a little larger than four inches long.

The Asian mantis is very aggressive towards its prey which is essentially the same as other mantises - insects, hornets, and other mantises. Yes, it is cannibalistic. Here is a photo from Wikipedia.

We will try to get an actual picture of it if we can.

It's Not Over Until...

Well, I got the stitches out this morning. There is good news and bad news. The good news is that the incision is healing well; in fact, the nurse complimented me on how well I was able to keep both the stitches and the incision so moist like I was supposed to do. Most people don't do a very good job of it. I had a total of 15 stitches.

The bad news is that it is still covered. The nurse put on some glue on the incision and covered it with six flex-strips or other tapelike material. These have to stay on for two more weeks; but if they fall off after two days that is okay too.

She also said that a small amount of leakage is normal. By that, I am assuming she meant blood. I noticed I have a few drops on my T-shirt.

The most difficult thing to keep the scar as moist as possible. The nurse originally said to use petroleum jelly again. I told her I couldn't/didn't want to do that because then I would have had to wear a patch over it and that jelly would stain my shirt. She finally said I could use Gold Bond cream like I did for my biopsy.

Anyhow, I'll take it easy for a few days, then about Monday begin another set of exercises.

Skin Cancer

Since my last post, I have had the cancer taken out. It will be two weeks tomorrow and I am supposed to have the stitches out. That's my chin in the picture below.

Here it is, patched up before I went home.

I am looking forward to having them taken out. There is another set of stitches inside, but supposedly they will dissolve by themselves. They're bluish-purple the doctor says. If I see some wormy things of that color coming out of my skin later, then I am to go back and they will remove them!

Here's what it looks like now

The shiny look is from it having vaseline over it; supposed to assist in the healing. I've had to wear a bandage over it, changing it twice a day. It leaked a little after I first got it done and had to go back two days after surgery to get three more stitches. It still burns and looks a little swollen. I hope this is normal, or at least not too unusual. 

BTW, the yellowish color is bruising from pushing down during the surgery, and then again when I went to for bleeding - they did that to find where the blood was coming from!!

We'll see. Like I said, I go tomorrow.

 

Biopsey

Almost two weeks ago I went to my dermatologist for an irritation on my upper chest that wasn't going away. I originally thought it was from a heart monitor lead never really healed. The doctor took a biopsy of it and sent it away. She left me with a stitched up chest hole of about half-inch in length, but with six stitches. I go back this Thursday to have them taken out. Here's a pic:

It originally looked like a squashed spider, but now it looks like a stitched up hole. The results of the biopsy came back last week - it was basal cell carcinoma. Fortunately, it was not melanoma. I've already had squamous cell a couple of years ago on my forehead and had that removed. I've got the surgery scheduled for 17 September.

Current Reading

It's almost the end of the month and time for an accounting of my reading. You say, "I didn't know this was a regular thing you did." Well, it hasn't been. I have thought about several times, but for one reason or not - or for no real reason - I seem to never get around to it. So I think I'll give a wrapup of what I have been reading this year, and what is currently in store for the next few months.

Right now I am reading two books for my book club. They are for the September and October sessions. Incidentally, I just completed August's selection, The Lost Painting by Jonathan Hart. I am the discussion leader and have already sent the discussion questions by email to the other members of the group. In one sentence or so, it's the story of a Caravaggio painting lost for hundreds of years, then discovered and repaired. It's a better book than I make it sound. I've read it twice and I will probably sometime read it again.

Getting back to the books I am currently reading, the first one is A Great Improvisation by Stacy Schiff. I was not the original person to lead the discussion on this book, but the person who was had to leave the group because of an ongoing conflict with another activity that he is president of and must be there. The book is about Benjamin Franklin's time in France during the Revolutionary War. I find it very interesting, though the writing is tedious oftentimes. 

The second book I am reading is The Wordy Shipmates by Sarah Vowell. It's about the Puritans who came to America in the ten years after the Pilgrims did in 1620. I am surprised by the heavy religious theme of the book, but I am finding it interesting. I guess I shouldn't be though, really. 

More later.

Pop

I have been thinking a lot about Pop lately. Not the drink like soda, but my father. His birthday was earlier this month, as was my parents' wedding anniversary. Though he passed away in March of 2002, I always tend to think of him more during July. Not quite sure why really. But two things occurred this week that were different from my normal remembrances of him.

About three weeks ago our washer broke. We didn't get a new one delivered until this past Tuesday (Don't get me started about laundromats - maybe that will be another story sometime). Since the washer and dryer are in a closet located in a narrow hallway between the bedroom and main hallway. In that hall is a bookcase that had to be moved before the washer came, so Monday I unloaded the bookcase and moved the books into the living room. Before I emptied the bookcase I looked at it holding all those books and realized it was 51 years old!

Pop had made it for me when I came back from Germany in 1969 and moved the family into a rental home before I went to Vietnam in January 1969. It was put in the basement and suffered some flooding while I was gone. I lost some books but otherwise, the bookcase made it through.

It has traveled from there (Washington, PA) to Ft. Knox to England to Germany to Ft. Leavenworth to the University of Delaware to the Finger Lakes of New York to New Jersey (4 different locations) to Chambersburg (PA) to Lexington, VA, and now to Stuarts Draft, 30 miles north. 13 moves and it still is just as shaky as it was when it was first built. I'm afraid to do anything with it for fear it will fall apart. But it has stood the test of time.

 

The other thing that happened was an answer to a quiz question on the morning local weather forecast, again on Tuesday. The question was "What NYC landmark is called the melting pot of the World?". The answer was Times Square. I knew that because Pop once told me that while he was in the Army Air Forces during WW2, he went to a bar in Times Square that had the reputation that if you stayed at the bar for 24 hours someone you knew would come in. He couldn't remember the name of the bar or I have forgotten it, but I remember what he said about it. He never said if he saw anyone he knew, but then he didn't spend 24 hours there either!

One last thing - I'm sure that I've told you the story as to why we called our father Pop. If not, I'll save that for another time.

Marty Again

I was in the grocery store again recently and was not really paying attention to anything really except what I had on my list. Anyhow, I see something out of the corner of my eye while at the same time I hear this shuffling sound. I look up and to my left and what do I see?

MARTY!!

Sure enough, it was him again. And this time I swear he had larger eyes. I looked back at my earlier post and while it seems like they are larger, I'm not sure he really had eyes before. 

You decide.

More Books

I've picked up several new books over the past few weeks, thanks to Father's Day Barnes and Noble gift cards, but I will talk about them in a few later posts. Today I want to show you the easiest kind to store and read.

A good friend of ours went to Europe recently and bought this when she was in Venice. It's really just a pillow sham. We filled it with foam when she gave it to us. She had helped us move in and knew where our books were.

It seems to be very much at home there!

Frustration

I had to cancel the monthly book club meeting this afternoon. Too many members were emailing me these past two days telling me that they hadn't read the book and weren't coming, or were coming but didn't read the book (and wanted to listen to the discussion), or just didn't answer my email.

After I cancel it I get an email from one person who didn't respond earlier. He is upset because I canceled it, and he DID read it and was coming. His reason for not answering - he didn't look at his email. I can't win.

I have a plan for us to revisit this book. It is a very good one, just that it is very long. But I told everyone that months ago and to plan accordingly. 

Nuff said! I will write more tomorrow.

Looking Back

It's June. Last year, I stopped my (almost) daily blogging on June 11. We were getting ready to move in early July. I had posted 116 blogs that year by then. Since then, I have only posted a total of 39 blogs, 16 for the remainder of 2018, and 23 this year. Not very impressive is it? And there is no real good reason I stopped.

My study is much closer than before when I actually had to walk up to my loft to work at my desk or read. Now I am about 20 steps from my living room chair to my desk chair. I certainly have no reason to blame location.

I have ample subject matter if for no other reason that I am in a new environment and so many things are different.

I can only blame motivation. I am going to correct that beginning today. Good luck to me!

P.S. - And another thing -- I will attempt to write longer when I do blog.


  

Marty

I know 1984 and 2001 have already past, but I think we might be getting closer to Hal than you think. I was in the local Martin's grocery store the other day. I kept hearing this person's voice saying things like "spill in aisle 8", and "floor mess in aisle 12" (at least it sounded like "mess"). Anyhow, I was walking through the produce section and all of a sudden I looked up - I was looking for Vidalia onions - and saw this giant Pez dispenser on wheels coming right at me!

I didn't know what it was, but my wife had apparently met him before. He roams the aisles and everywhere and calls out where spills and other messes are found. He doesn't clean up the mess; he just yells it out and keeps moving.

My wife says he won't run into you, but he looked like he wasn't stopping for me. Finally, he turned. That's when I saw someone had put a paper nametag on him. It said "Marty".

The Potato Truck

Today we went down to Dap's, the local ice cream and burger shop, to see the Idaho Potato Truck that is in the TV commercials. It was passing through town.

I was hoping to see the dog and the Studebaker truck, but was told: "they haven't found us yet!" Hence my thumbs down in the picture.

By the way, the potato is fake if you didn't know it.

Golf

I've been thinking about golf a lot lately. I'm not sure why. Maybe because of the time of the year - the Masters was played last month, the PGA Championship is this month, the US Open is in June and the (British) Open will be in July. Maybe it's because what some people call boring, I find soothing and enjoyable to watch. Maybe because of all the beautiful locations. And maybe l just like to see players I like.

I started to play in 1970 at Ft. Knox, where I was stationed after Vietnam. I learned on a Par 3 course and had a good friend, Bob, who was in Vietnam with me teaching me the basics. He had his work cut out for him since I was left-handed and he was right-handed. I bought a small set of clubs and a red bag. I don't remember what brand of clubs I had, but I can vividly see that bag.

I progressed to the regular course at Knox that year. I remember one early hole was close to the gold repository. If you overshot the green to the ball would get close to a wire fence that marked the off-limits area surrounding the building and grounds. Of course, if you hit it over the fence, then you had to take a penalty shot - which I did sometimes.

In 1971 I was sent zx to England for about 14 months to a British Armour school. I took my clubs with me, but I am not sure which clubs they were. Sometime during the period from late 1970 to 1973, I bought a good set of Ben Hogan clubs and a very nice bag. I either bought it at Ft. Knox before I went to England or once I got to Germany in 1972. I think I bought it at Ft. Knox.

Anyhow, I played with them until about 1980 when I sold them to a gentleman who worked in a bank in Newark, Delaware, where I was assigned to the University of Delaware  ROTC department. I had been running by then for two years and decided I was never going to golf again.

Little did I know but I decided to take it back up again in 1986 in New York when I was assigned to a Readiness Group in the Finger Lakes. It was a cheap set again with a cheap bag. I used it until I bought a fourth set - again, a nice set and bag - when I retired and moved to New Jersey.

I don't have it anymore. I haven't played in several years -  maybe eight or nine - plus I injured my rotator cuff about three years ago playing pickleball (which I don't currently play). But lately, I have been enjoying watching golf on TV. 

Maybe, I'll play miniature golf. Or maybe even Par 3 with rented clubs. Or maybe just buy a putter and find a putting green. But I can't play a regular game. Not anymore. Besides, four sets are enough. 

Anyhow, the PGA is coming in a few weeks. 

Close Call

We've got our TV reception back again. It appears all I had to do was to reset - unplug and plug back in - the monitor. 

We had been having trouble with the cable link all last week so I decided to just keep the monitor, and the cable box, on around the clock. Anyhow, Friday night it somehow shut down.

I went through the cable box reset like Lumos showed me, but no go. The strange thing was that I couldn't get the monitor to shut off. But it wasn't displaying anything either. So I called Lumos. They talked me through a "Grand" reset, but it didn't take, so they scheduled a technician to come out this morning.

When he got here I reviewed everything with him. He was puzzled by the lack of display on the monitor as well. We discussed the possibility of replacing the TV (it is over 15 years old). Then he decided to pull the plug on the monitor - it is behind the wall-mounted screen. After a few seconds he re-plugged it in, and voila!

While it works fine now, we still may have to replace the TV. I think I'll begin to look around.

And one more thing: before I did that "Grand" reset I was told I would erase all of my saved programs. Thankfully, I didn't.  

Old Cars

Last Sunday we went to Dab's, the local ice cream & burger place across from our development. It was having a local classic car show in its parking lot. This was the first of monthly shows thru November. There were several that I liked but only two I kept photos of.

I had a 1956 Chevy Belair hardtop once belonging to my mother's father. Grandpa had it painted black with a white top. I wrote about it before I believe. Anyhow, this photo is of a 1955 model, but the color scheme is exactly the same as Grandpa's before he repainted it.

This is a 1951 Ford which is the first car I remember we owned. Pop would take us on a Sunday drive every week.

Reading Update

I finally finished a couple of books and am now moving on to others. It has seemed like I wasn't getting anywhere, but actually, I had several large books to read. The last two, one fiction and one nonfiction, were done this past weekend.

The Indian Clerk is historical fiction. It is about the story of G.H. Hardy, a famous English mathematician, who becomes a mentor and collaborator with a young Indian self-taught mathematics whiz, Srinivasa Ramanujan. I had read about the story before, and actually saw a movie based on it - "The Man Who Knew Infinity", starring Jeremy Irons as Hardy. I enjoyed the book.

The nonfiction book was written by a psychiatrist who has written similarly titled books about Obama and George W. Bush. It was applied psychoanalysis of Trump. It was interesting.

So what am I reading now? Still the Leonardo book; I only have about 100 pages to go. It's interesting, but I don't know how much detail I will remember. I am also reading a philosophy book which I am finding rather interesting.

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I've read the author before. I don't usually read philosophy, but Klein is a good writer. As for fiction, I am reading the latest by Longworth. It takes place in Aix, France, and it is about a magistrate and his wife (they just got married in the previous book). I enjoy reading them because the author spends a great deal of time talking about food, wine, and cigars.

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I just received another book by Jon Meacham in the mail today. I ordered it from Barnes & Noble. I haven't decided if I am going to begin it as well or not.

I'll give another reading update in a few days

Reading Woes

Currently, I am reading five books; four nonfiction, one fiction. In reality, one of the nf books is actually a volume of reporter entries during WW2 and I only read it when I don't really feel like reading any of the others. So I really only have 4nf books I'm reading. The fiction is a rather long hardback about G.H. Hardy, the English mathematician during the first part of the Twentieth Century and his sponsoring and association with a young Indian man, Srinivasa Ramanujan. But it is also about England during WW1, as well as the life at Cambridge, and later Oxford.

The reason I mention this novel is that I am going to add another nonfiction, an "easy" mystery so that I can relax when I don't want to read any of my other selections. I just need to choose one. And if you know me at all, that's not an easy task.

My next entry will announce my selection.

TJ's Birthday et al

I tried very hard to write yesterday but things got away from me. Most of you know that it was Thomas Jefferson's birthday, but did you know that it was also mine? Incidentally, did you know that I was named after Ronald Reagan? Yes, I was. But that is a story for another.time.

75 years young. A lot has happened. I've been spending a great deal of time recently looking back. I was even trying to see if I could decide on my favorite year, but in the end too many good things happened in so many years, I couldn't pick just one.

I did have a cake of sorts. My wife made me a triple chocolate cheesecake. But without the candles.

More Freddie

Here are some more pictures of Freddie as he moves around the house.

And of course here is the Master of the Universe in all of this 

Freddie, or is it Freddy?

Our cat, Allie, has a stuffed toy that looks like a square bear with a large black tail. At least I think it is a bear. Whatever it is, I named it Freddy a while ago. I named it in honor of a small rat/mouse toy a previous cat named Max had. You can see him (or her) in this Prisma photo at the bottom on the floor.

Anyhow, Freddie (or Freddy if it is female - we don't know) gets moved quite often during the night when Allie decides to play with it. Usually, it gets moved only a short distance along the living room floor. But sometimes it gets to go on a longer trip. Here, it got to travel into my study.

A few times it has even been able to travel upwards to Allie's sleeping areas in the living room. Here the bear made it to Allie's favorite chair and sleeping spot.

If you look closely, you can see its nose and eyes. Usually, when we find Freddy in the morning, it is always lying face down, execution-style you might say.

Mull of Kintyre

This is one of my favorite pieces of bagpipe music. Enjoy!

Book Reviews or Book Reports

As I was reading today, I thought about what I would write, if anything, on the Goodreads app about the book I am currently reading. I realized that I don't write reviews of books that I read. I usually just give it a star rating and maybe a word or two reinforcing the rating. Nothing that really would help another reader.

I began to think about why I don't write reviews. The simple answer is that I don't like to take the time to write one. It's enough for me to give it a star-rating, say a few things about the book, and then move on. It's as if I don't want to waste time writing about a book I have read when I could already be reading another.

Having that attitude is sure to cause problems when the time comes to discuss the book. Interestingly, I have almost no time for book reviewers like me. They don't tell me anything. I enjoy the well-thought-out reviews that not only tell a little about the plot, but also a little about how the plot moves forward.

I'm getting tired now - I can see from what I wrote in the last paragraph. I think I'll stop now.

Two Pleasant Surprises

Today I had to take my wife to the doctor and wait for her. Instead of taking the Kate Atkinson novel, I decided to try and get into one of the other books I have listed as "currently reading" in Goodreads. I really only had read the introduction. It is "Pale Rider" by Laura Spinney and it's about the 1918 Spanish Flu Pandemic.

It begins with discussing how viruses start, who or what carries them, and how they transform and mutate. I am finding this intensely interesting. It may become a candidate for future book club selection.

The second surprise is even better. We dropped by the ABC store before going to Wegman's for our shopping that we normally do when we go to Charlottesville for doctor visits (Now that we live in Stuart's Draft it only takes us about 35 minutes instead of 1 1/2 hours.) I was looking for my Blanton's bourbon, but the store didn't have it. What it did have was Bunnahabhain 12-year-old, one of two favorite single malt whiskies. But this had a different design on the label.

It said it was a "Small Batch Distilled" and matured in sherry, bourbon, and whisky casks. The ABV was 46.3%, higher than the normal 43%. I could definitely taste the vanilla notes. It was so much smoother than the original.

And the real surprise is that this has been around since 2010! I guess it just became available in the USA within the last year. I certainly haven't seen it before 2018.

All in all, a good day.