home_remedies raze when dom's mother died, his father kept all her things. clothes. trinkets. everything. it was a way to feel like she was still with him. dom decided they needed to move on. he filled dozens of green garbage bags with her belongings and gave them all away, purging her from their lives. he didn't ask his father what he wanted. he just went ahead and did it. today dom is talking about how to kill a cold. "here's what you do," he says. "you don't buy that new, new, new thing. you take some warm water. not too hot. just warm. you go like this on one side. then you go like this on the other side. you put it up your nose. then you do this. i don't mean to be gross. but you pinch your nose on the one side and you blow the water out. then you do it on the other side. you do this three times a day for a few weeks, and you'll be good_as_new. i had a cough. i had it here and here. now i'm fine. don't waste your money buying anything from the store." there's an old man standing at the door. he looks lost. you ask who he is. "that's my father," dom says. "shouldn't we let him in?" you say. "nah. he's got alzheimer's. he doesn't know where he is. doesn't even really know *who* he is." "why did you bring him here?" "i left him in the car. he'll be fine. we won't be long." and he goes on talking about water and snot while the tree he fell from turns to topsoil. 231101 what's it to you? who go blather from