Papa likes Cappuccino

Saturday, I was musing at the office and realized we had not visited Papa recently.



So, you know who and I jumped in the car and descended on him.

We started at the Starbucks a block away from Grace House, and as the miracle elixir circulated through his veins, he became very talkative, despite the late hour. A good time was had by all.

That's a genuine grin on Papa's face. You know it is, but you might ask why (as if ginger spice and espresso is not enough).

Well, it followed him telling us the story about how he and Granny used to go DANCING in the "Rooftop Ballroom" at the Heidelberg Hotel in Jackson.

I've never actually considered that they might have danced when they were younger, but sure enough, they did. At least, on special occasions they would trip the lights fantastic at the ballroom listening to live music from a Glen Miller-type dance band while they glided around the room. What a picture.

Cheers!

Next day, we took him to the movies down the street from Grace House, and then to Youngest's house for the afternoon football festivities (Cowboys beat Redskins).

Overall, he seems content and happy, if not a little slower than last time we were there, but he happily abandoned his walker and his shuffle when offered a shoulder or helping hand.