Krishna Rocks

I'll get some photos up shortly, but this past weekend Granddaddy White and Uncle Charles came to visit. They drove my granddad's Lincoln Town Car up in spite of the uncertainty of supplies from Katrina, but took the route through Atlanta. They made it in Thursday afternoon — apparently they were just flying from Jackson, Miss., where they had stopped the night before. They were so fast that Charles had to call dad while we were doing his walkies at the Hobby Lobby (we were getting fabric and batting for mom's dinner chairs so there might be a place to sit and eat for the guests. However, that project has yet to get off the ground).

Granddad had a hot date Saturday night with Millie, his secretary from 50 years ago or so, with whom he had re-struck-up a friendship after running into her at a Fayetteville Rotary meeting. My granddad may be in his late 80s, but as a single man of his age he is HIGHLY in demand by the widder women. He cooks, he cleans, he is fully ambulatory and, the kicker, according to Charles, he can drive at night. It is not his preferred time to drive, but it means dinners and shows out on the town.

A little irony: Doug and I are young and good-looking (though not as good-looking as granddad) and not at all in demand for dates. We do, BTW, drive after dark. But that's just totally taken for granted by our Gen-X cohort, I suppose.

When I say a hot date, I mean it. They are talking about going to Branson together and seeing Shoji Tabuchi at his cabaret theatre, where he performs a family-friendly show with his beautiful wife Dorothy and delightful daughter Christina. Also a character in his show, his atrocious bowl-cut.

They also ended up going to Devil's Den park for a picnic, and granddad got a flat on the way back home and drove up the hill to the farm with the donut. It's amazing to me that his car made it up that hill in the first place, much less with the donut.

Charles stayed longer and left his "The Office" DVDs here. It's such a funny show, but nobody wins. Ever. It's kinda sad. I guess that's the dilemma of the modern man. He also took dad (and, I guess, me) on our first lunch out since the heart attack. It was to Star of India, and although Charles hadn't been there in maybe two years, Sami remembered him. Sami gives all the credit for his photographic memory to Krishna. Krishna rocks.

Charles also helped me get closer to completing the puzzle coworkers of dad's have brought him. It's a bunch of seaside buildings in Greenland; apparently there are only about three colors of paint in Greenland.

But Charles didn't have much time to spend here; he had class Monday and you know how those college kids are.