Your Mom Busted in and Said What's That Noise

So Mark, Bryan, and I took Grandpa out to lunch today. Walking up to his door, we could hear that "If You Like Piña Coladas" song blasting from his room.

He is 97, and while I'd like to think that with all those decibels he was taking a stand against rules and anyone over thirty (um...what?), it had to be because his hearing's going. What isn't going is his love of music.

And food. As we headed out to the restaurant, Grandpa said he wasn't hungry but agreed to come and sit with us. And he did sit. And hoarded the rolls, ate most of a salad, and every shrimp on his plate. What a difference fifteen minutes can make.