When something natural does indeed work
“I used to be strong, I wrestled the bull,” Sumner Ball said, “but now I can’t even wrestle the rooster.”
On the far side of eighty-years-old, he looked lively and trim, and his weathered face hinted at a smile as his blue eyes peered straight into mine.
“I think these cholesterol pills are hurting my muscles,” he declared. “I don’t think they’re good for me.”
“Is it your back?”
I scanned through his last …
When something natural does indeed work
















