We have Sunday supper with my dad's parents every week. At four o'clock we get dressed and pile into our nineteen sixty nine green Buick for the five mile drive.
I love going there. Grandmaw always has biscuits, Little Debbies and ice cold coca-cola in small glass bottles.
And each week, soon after we eat Grandpaw tells everybody good night. He is a big believer in early to bed early to rise.
This Sunday he gets up from his chair and slowly starts down the hall. "Good night ya'll. See you in the funnies." He tells us, then Grandmaw replies.
"Goodnight Grandpaw. See you in the mornin." Grandpaw turns in a huff trying to pretend he is aggravated. He winks at us kids and says "Grandmaw! Don't you dare threaten me!" And we all begin to laugh.
