Part I “Are you eating my beets and okra?” my husband asks. “Yes, Pop,” Ben replies as he pops the pickled okra stem in his mouth and grins. “Don’t you eat it all…” Ken teases. “Don’t worry, Pop. You have monies for more. Come look,” Ben motions as he hurries into our bedroom to show Pop the change lying there on the dresser. “See, lots of beet and okra money.” I hear indistinct talking in the other room as they discuss this weighty issue. Ben emerges from the bedroom at a run, headed for the pantry. He emerges with an empty blue cheese spread container. “Here, Pop. We can save our monies in here.” Over the course of several weeks, more of Pop’s change…