On Wednesday my mother and I went to visit the "grandsters." Grandma just loved and kissed on Cole while we tried to teach Grandpa how to use his Comcast On Demand (for the umpteenth time, but it's pretty high tech). Then Mom broke out Gramp's old B.Y. High yearbook and read all the messages aloud that his classmates had written decades ago. If I had a nickle for every "you're just swell!" I think I'd be 20 bucks richer.
Grandpa was so handsome that his classmates elected him senior class president even though he'd only moved in a couple weeks before school started--they thought he looked like Tyrone Power.