Monday, December 30, 2013

Baby Cole and Fast Food Stories

Just got back from Savannah for a visit with the perfect grandchild. Yes ... that's right ... Cole Benjamin Cohen, son of Steven and Nikki. The boy is in the 105th percentile in height and weight and head circumference. Two more pounds and he will be just 10 pounds lighter than me.

Cute? You be the judge ... check out the picture at left, Cole bundled in his stroller fast asleep.

It was a quick trip ... drove up on Friday and home on Sunday. We had a blast with the little prince. Can't wait until he walks and talks (probably next week at his growth rate).

Last time we were here, Nikki was still in the hospital and we were in charge of breakfast pick up. Atlanta Bread Company was next to our hotel and happened to be her favorite. I mentioned this in a prior post. I ordered an egg and cheese sandwich on a sesame seed bagel.

The server asked: "Did you want the black seeds or the white seeds?"

"I didn't know there was a choice in sesame seeds."

The manager corrected her and showed her what poppy seeds looked like. Seriously.

On this trip, we again visited Atlanta Bread and were surprised to find out that they had no clue what iced coffee was even though it was on the menu.

"Um ... we can give you coffee and put some ice in it."

"Never mind, we will get it at Starbucks next door."

We also visited a diner late on Saturday night. Our waitress was Beautii. That is not a typo. She had a hand made name tag with rainbows, stars and BEAUTII drawn on it. Debbie asked what flavor ice creams they had. She said vanilla, strawberry and chocolate. Deb ordered vanilla and chocolate. She was served strawberry and vanilla.

Deb asked: "Are you out of chocolate?"

"No." said Beautii. "I can get you some if you want."

Up to this point, these were the only two experiences with fast food places in Georgia. But we were about to get the experience of a lifetime at Dunkin' Donuts in Brunswick, Georgia on the way home. I posted a picture so that you could be sure to MISS this DD if you happen to pull off of I-95 for gas.

As we entered the front door (Deb had to use the restroom so no drive thru), we should have realized there was a problem. The line was outrageously long. The server looked confused but we couldn't hear what she was doing until it was our turn.

"Can I help you?"

"Yes ... I'd like an egg white veggie flatbread and ..."

"What would you like that in ... a wrap?"

"Huh?" I asked. "No, a flatbread."

"Okay ... so that's an eggwhite veggie wrap."

"No. flatbread."

"Um ... I don't see that here." She was looking at her keypad.

We pointed to the picture for her. She still punched in a wrap ... then erased it and called her manager. He did it for her.

"What would you like to drink?"

"Coffee coolatta with skim milk."

She pressed hot chocolate.

"I think you pushed the wrong one ... hot chocolate?"

"Oh ... he must have done that." She blamed the manager.

Debbie's order was completely screwed up because she ordered a cappuccino blast. An hour later ... we were on the road. I KID YOU NOT.

Oh well ... you live and learn.


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Thursday, December 26, 2013

The Morning After

'Twas the day after Christmas, and all through the house
Not a creature was stirring ... except for my spouse.

I heard the alarm go off with a scream.
I opened one eye interrupting my dream.

"Wake up ... you big lug" I heard Debbie say,
"It's already six ... now get on your way."

Daughter Alissa was out of her bed
But visions of sugar plums were still in my head.

I stumbled around and felt for my clothes.
It was dark and was cold as I looked for my toes.

I opened the door to the bedroom with care
And there was Alissa with suitcases there.

We loaded the trunk and started the car
I finally woke up when we hadn't gone far.

I spotted the airport and followed the sign
I stopped at the gate and got there on time.

Just about then, I heard Lissa say,
"I don't want to go back ... Dad can I stay?"

With a lump in my throat I managed to smile.
I hugged her and told her to "Stay for a while."


We both knew the answer ... we said our goodbyes.

She was my baby again in my eyes.



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Tuesday, December 24, 2013

Grumpy ... um ... Grampy

Today, daughter Alissa and I went to see Sammy at Menorah Manor.

As we headed toward the elevator, Sammy wheeled around the corner clutching his box of kleenex.

"Who's that?"

"It's me, Grampy ... Alissa."

"Oh ... you're the granddaughter who doesn't have a child."

He laughed and gave her his trademark wet kiss. "I'm so glad you are here. Come over and sit with me for a while. Do you want a Klondike bar?"

"No thanks ... do you want one?"

"Only if you do."

One of the residents came up to Sammy and told him hello. He introduced us. "Sally, this is my son and this is my granddaughter ... the one who doesn't have a child."

"Dad ... I don't think you should say ..."

Sammy interrupted, "Alissa, you do a lot of typing at work?"

Alissa answered, "Well I do use the computer a lot ...."

"I know how to type. I took typing in California a...s...d...f..."

"Um ... so Dad ... what have you done lately?"

"I played poker this morning."

"Did you win?"

"How the hell should I know? I can't count or see or hear any more. Neither can the rest of the guys. They just sit there."

We talked for a while about food and illness and interesting people Sammy knows. When we were about to leave Alissa said she would write him.

"Good, good honey. You know I get all your letters."

"Why don't you write me back Grampy."

"I'm never gonna write you back."

Silence.

"But I'll call you. Do you have the same telephone?"

That Sammy ... can't live with him and ... can't live with him.

Happy Holidays


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Sunday, December 22, 2013

So This Is Christmas

I'm a big Christmas fan.

I wanted to put that out there before I write the rest of this entry because you might think me very Scrooge like when you read the rest. I'm really not. You see ... there are a just few things that have always kinda bugged me about Christmas traditions and I just have a few suggestions.

1. Presents

I love presents. I love getting them and giving them. When the kids were growing up, I took hours of video of their excitement when they opened their gifts under the tree. Lots of gifts! So here's my first suggestion: Why not celebrate Christmas once a month instead of cramming hundreds of gifts into one morning? Each child can get one gift a month ... kinda like Hanukkah but on steroids. You can stop at the store and pick up a gift at your leisure. Okay, I know what you're gonna say ... what about the rest of the family ... uncles, aunts, nephews, nieces ... Heck with them. They have birthdays and other people in their lives.

Come to think of it ... once a month might be overkill. I seem to remember how few presents were used every year by my kids (disappointing ... considering I almost had to take a second job to pay for them). I think that the kids should buy the parents gifts once a month ... yeah ... that's better.

2. Parties

Who came up with this dumb idea? I don't know about you but we have about 100 parties at Christmastime and feel guilty if we can't at least make an appearance at most of them. Suggestion number 2: Collect the invitations from last year, write to all the hosts and tell them to give you the money they plan to spend this year on their parties. You pool the money and hire Bocelli or that Frank Sinatra karaoke guy and rent the Forum and have one big party for everybody.

3. Santa Claus

Okay ... there are gifts for the baby Jesus and parties to the celebrate the birth. Where the heck did the fat guy in a red suit riding reindeer and visiting millions in one night come from? Had to be one of my people ... Suggestion number 3:  Don't leave it to the retailers to come up with clever ideas.

4. Decorations

There used to be just blinking lights and Christmas trees. Now there are giant inflatable Santas, spotlights, giant reindeer, mechanical manger scenes, live manger scenes. Suggestion number 4: Don't start decorating right after Halloween and pick items that will not cause seizures.

5. Family

Christmas is the only day that extended family time is mandatory. It's the day for love, sharing, guilt, embarrassment, shouting, drinking and overeating. Suggestion number 5: Keep this one just as it is. It is the most important tradition and the one you will always cherish (unless you kill each other).

On a serious note: Merry Christmas to all my faithful readers, friends and family. Enjoy the holidays. Thank you again for your messages and your prayers this year. It truly helped make a difficult time so much easier ... much love, Joel

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Saturday, December 21, 2013

Esther's Dinner Skills

The other night, we were at a party and my Mother's name entered into the conversation.

The guests were all talking about home cooked meals and memories of dishes that their mothers made. When I was asked I said my memories were limited to sandwiches. That's all I remembered eating at home ... mainly because my mom was not a cook. In fact, the oven was only used to keep the bread fresh.

Esther hated to cook. When we sold the house in New Orleans after Katrina, the oven was in mint condition ... never used ... and it had to be more than 30 years old.

I was okay with this ... in fact I thought everybody ate sandwiches for dinner. We did "splurge" on  Sundays: We would eat dinner out ... Chris's Steak House (before Ruth bought it),  random Chinese restaurants and ...

of course ...

Po-boy sandwich shops (yum).

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Sunday, December 15, 2013

Who Do YOU Look Like?

Debbie loves that game, "What Celebrity does that guy or girl remind you of?" She always pegs it. I never can.

Yesterday, a woman came up to me and said that I looked exactly like Huey Lewis.


Well ... I had to immediately go home and tell Debbie about it.

Yessir ... I was feeling "pretty, pretty , pretty good". The last couple of years I have been told I looked like Mandy Patinkin ... remember him?



And just when I was feeling like Mr. Good Looking Celebrity ... I pulled into the gas station when a lady tapped me on the shoulder and said "Did anyone ever tell you you looked like Walter Matthau?"

What? She obviously didn't have a clue. I wanted say," Excuse me? maybe Huey or Mandy ... HAH!"

How could she think there was any family resemblance? 

Friday, December 6, 2013

I CAN SEE!


Just sayin'

Woke up last week and my eyes were both in focus ... first couple of days it lasted for a few hours and now it's all day long. HALLELUYAH!

Early Christmas present.


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Wednesday, November 27, 2013

Happy Thanksgivukkah

The Jewish holiday of Hanukkah begins tonight, Nov. 27, 2013 with the lighting of the first candle in the Menorah. That means that the first day of Hanukkah is Thanksgiving. This has given rise to a new word: Thanksgivukkah!

I checked out the obvious question: How often do Hanukkah and Thanksgiving come together? The answer: Less than rarely.

Way back in 1861, the fourth Thursday in November coincided with Hanukkah. But that doesn't count, since President Lincoln did not declare Thanksgiving to be a national holiday until 1863.

When will it happen again?  Almost never.

I take that back ... With built in adjustments to both the Hebrew and Gregorian calendars to keep them “on track,” various calculations have determined that won’t happen again for somewhere between 70,000 and 78,000 years.

Why do the Jewish holidays seem to move around so much? For one thing ... we were wandering Jews for years ( no ... not the plant). Remember when Moses found us the only piece of the desert without oil? We settled.

Okay ... the real reason is because the Jewish calendar is a lunar calendar with adjustments for the solar calendar. A solar year is defined as the time it takes for the earth to circle the sun. Because that time span is slightly longer than 365 days, every four years there is a “leap year” which adds another day to February in order to keep the calendar from drifting away from the seasons.

The Hebrew calendar follows the cycles of the moon, each new month beginning on the new moon. But since the lunar calendar is shorter than the solar based Gregorian calendar, adjustments need to be made to the Hebrew calendar. In order to compensate for the shorter year and keep the Hebrew calendar aligned with the solar, a 13th “leap-month” is added to the Hebrew calendar seven times every 19 years.

So ... you now have been educated way beyond every Jew I know.

When you bite into that turkey tomorrow, you might want to whisper to the person next to you to pass the cranberry and latkes.

Happy Thanksgivukkah!

 

Sunday, November 24, 2013

What's the Difference?

Last night, Debbie and I had a discussion about calling each other when we are running late. Ever had one of those? 

By the way, Deb has really been great about taking care of me while I've been laid up with a busted knee (among my other medical problems). She's been running late for a variety of reasons which I totally understand. However, I took the opportunity to ask her something she asks me all the time ... "Why didn't you call if you knew that you were running late?" To which she said ... "I lost track of time." 

Ah hah! I said (to myself) ... "That usually doesn't work for me when I say that." But I knew it was better to keep that to myself ... or my other knee would be crushed too.

It started me thinking about those wonderful differences in marriages between men and women that make life interesting. I categorized three areas that we tend to "discuss". There are so many more but in the interest of time here are my three:


Cash. Women never carry it. You would think in those suitcase sized bags that are called purses there would be plenty of room. But ... other than a random change purse ... there isn't any. The last few weeks, Debbie has taken me to a few doctor's appointments and has used the valet service at TGH. I offer to pay the $5 ... but Debbie says, "No ... I've got it right here ... go wait in the lobby." I watch as she goes through the thousands of compartments and individual purses in the mother ship as the valet wearily holds her door open. Eventually, she asks me for a $5 bill.

Time.  I know "time" is a relative thing that apparently has multiple meanings depending on the situation. For instance, when we have to go to an event that requires "time" to get ready, a shower and a shave are the necessities for me and a spa treatment usually works for Debbie. I give Debbie credit. She plans for the spa treatment and allows about an hour and a half. (She is still somehow short of time no matter how much she prepares).

Favors. (As in "Would you do me a favor ...") Typically, this sentence ends with something that one or the other party is unhappy about. For Debbie it's usually ... close the door to the bathroom when you finish ... or ... use a kleenex ... or ... pick up your crap. Hers all relate to cleanliness. Debbie is the cleanest woman I have ever met. If she had super powers she would be GERM-FREE WOMAN... wearing special protective super costumes with those cool rubber gloves and zapping me clean day and night.  By the way, my "favors" end with ... can we get rid of the "soft" water equipment in the bathroom (nobody likes the feel of soap on their bodies all day long) ... or ... can we hang that stupid 2 ton mirror that leans behind the table with the big balls?


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Saturday, November 23, 2013

Giving Thanks

With the holidays upon us, I get into my Christmas movie binge and pretend to be a gentile.

I always felt like I was missing something growing up Jewish and watching all my gentile friends getting into the spirit ... and getting presents. Their families had the big Christmas dinners ... I was so jealous (since my mom didn't even turn on the oven because it would get dirty).

Last night I looked through Netflix for a good old fashioned Jesus movie for Debbie and me. You know ... one about a guy who loses his faith, gets hit by a bus, turns to drugs and alcohol, questions God and then is visited by an angel at Christmas (maybe when he walks out of an AA meeting) to remind him that he should be thankful for what he does have and, eventually, through adversity he gains strength.

This morning I thought I'd try it out on myself. So I thought about the days when I used to smoke and drink and gamble and stay out late ... now in adversity with my crazy medical problems I made up my new Christmas prayers:

Thank you God for giving me these headaches so I have an awareness that my brain still works,

Thank you God for the heart murmurs that remind me to listen to my heart,

Thank you God for allowing me to trip Friday night and bust up my knee so that I can sit back for a few weeks to appreciate life and watch more movies.

Who am I kidding ... I feel like crap, I'm Jewish and I was healthier when I smoked, drank, gambled and stayed out late. But then again ... I probably wouldn't be here if I still lived like that ... right?



Okay ... how about thanks for my wife Debbie (who puts up with all my whining), my kids Nikki, Alissa and Josh ... and my new grandson ... COLE.


Now that beats any Christmas present.


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Thursday, November 21, 2013

Happy Birthday Wayne

Today is my brother Wayne's birthday.

For those of you who have followed my blog, you know that Wayne passed away in 1995 from a malignant brain tumor.

He was 42 years old.

Over the last 18 years, Wayne has been in my thoughts just about every day. The last few months, I've spoken to him often for strength and for guidance. . I remember the way he lived his life. I remember how he continued on ... kept a positive attitude ... despite multiple surgeries, bone marrow transplantation and loss of bodily functions. He made a point of helping others in need of support during the years that he could.

He's still a great listener.

Happy Birthday, little brother. 
I miss you, man.

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Sunday, November 17, 2013

A Billion Reasons to Throw a Party

What a night!

Friday night at the Tampa Bay Forum was a great celebration for USF. The Unstoppable Campaign reached and exceeded the $600 million goal. Later in the night the BIG REVEAL showed the NEW goal ... $1 BILLION.

More than 500 guests and supporters donned their finest and joined us to celebrate.

Here are some pictures of the evening:

You would never know that they would play hockey on this floor tomorrow night.

TV Celebrities and USF Alum Ann Liguori and Kerry Sanders were the hosts for the evening.

The Pointer Sisters entertained the crowd ...we made them honorary Bulls at the Cocktail reception.

Campaign Chairman Les Muma thanked the crowd.


Co-chairs for the next phase of USF:Unstoppable $1 Billion Campaign Gordon Gillette and Tod Liewike "Get Excited"
Speaking of "Get Excited" ... President Genshaft closed the show with the Pointers.

And the crowd went wild!





Sunday, November 10, 2013

We've Got Some Big Balls

Debbie took advantage of my frequent trips to TGH.

She ordered new furniture.

I completely understood when she told me. After all ... our furniture was at least two years old. Now to be fair, she always manages to sell our "old" furniture before I even notice it's gone. And I usually notice it's gone two years after she sells it.

I saw our newly furnished digs on Friday when I was discharged. Debbie had me stand in the garage for a few minutes before she did the final touches. She threw open the doors and said "TA DA!"

I looked around for a few seconds.

"Well. what do you think?"

"That's quite a pair of chandeliers that you got this time for the dining room table."

"Don't you just love them?"

"Those are some big balls."

"I know ... they give off lots of light."

"I think we might need sunscreen at dinner."

"Don't worry, I got dimmer switches for everything."

"Good ... now we can watch the total eclipse of the sun in stereo."

"You know ... I just thought they looked like SO MUCH FUN."

"I bet Cirque du Soleil would want to move in with us."

"Well ... Michael loved them." (Michael is our friend and the owner of Haven Home Furnishing).

"Does he have room for these two balls in his house?"

"I can't believe you don't like these. They are the newest rage for the homes downtown."

"Are these homes bigger than ours ... like 30 times bigger?"

"Our house is just the right size. Look how well they go with the new fixture in the kitchen."

"There's a new fixture in the kitchen? Oh ... I see them ... the three little balls in the biggest room of the house."

Truth is ... I don't know why I even bother to comment. The fixtures and the furniture will only be here for two years. By that time I start to get used to the balls ... they'll be gone.

 

Friday, November 8, 2013

Cheers!


I just heard that I was entered into the Journal of Medical Oddballs for 2013. That's what one of my Neurosurgery Fellows told me on Thursday. It's his own journal that he keeps for those special patients for whom he has no answers.

I feel very special.

No one will be surprised to learn that I was admitted to TGH AGAIN the other day for the 3,487th time in four months. This time it was for monitoring a new drug they are giving me for a fib ... yes now I have a fib as well. As the heart guys were trying to figure out why my heart has been acting up ... the neuro guys were checking out the headaches that still are happening with a now normal head scan and MRI that I had done yesterday.

The good news is that these nagging problems are not life threatening. A fib is manageable and my brain is now functioning normally (well MOMBERG normal ... which is a hair better than Abbie Normal).

So .... today I will be discharged with yet more new drugs, which brings my total to .... um ...  just ran out of fingers and toes.

All good.

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Sunday, November 3, 2013

Great Grampy

Sammy had yet to see his great grandson, Cole. So Deb and I visited him at Menorah Manor to introduce him to Cole ... via Face Time.

He was sitting by himself outside of the gift shop when we arrived.

"Hi Sammy,"

He smiled and waved. "I like sitting here alone you know."

I pointed down the hall. "There is a program going on next door. Don't you want to go?"

"No."

I called Nikki and handed the phone to Sammy. "Hey ... Got a surprise for you. I'm gonna introduce you to your great grandson."

"What? You got pictures."

"Better than that ..."

Nikki was waving ... with baby Cole in her arms. ""Hi Grampy. Here's your great grandson."

"Where are you?"

"At home ... getting Cole ready for some pictures."

It took him a while to figure out what was happening but he was smiling from ear to ear. When he finished talking he handed me the phone. "Can you believe it?"

"Pretty special huh?"

"Yeah ... I'm just thinking that I am a great grandfather. I don't know any one like me. There aren't any other great-grandfathers. I think I'm the only one. Do you know any?"

"Well ... I think there are other ..."

"I sit here and think about how proud I am of me." He pulled out his 300th kleenex as the pile in front of him grew to mountainous size. "I had marinara yesterday at Olive Garden. You ever had marinara?"

"Yes."

"I never ate that before. What's it made out of ... meat?"

"Tomato sauce and ..."

"Sauce ... that's sauce? I don't know ... I always have marsala."

He looked over at the next table and a little woman waved at him. Sammy waved and said loudly, "That's Edith. She's blind and deaf. She plays poker with us ... she doesn't know what she's doing ... I taught her ... poor thing."

Edith stood up and walked to the elevator shaking her head and dodging a few chairs.

"Dad ... are you sure she's blind ..."

He blew his nose. "You know there are lots of changes here too."

"New staff?"

" ... dropping like flies ..."

"Nurses?"

"Nurses, patients ... fish ..."

"Did you say fish?"

Ignoring me, he turned to Debbie. " So Debbie ... how's your family? How is Mr. O'Malley?"

Debbie asks, "You mean Gallagher? My Dad?"

"Yeah, whatever ... I knew it was an Irish name ..."

" He's doing fine."

"So Joel ... how are you feeling?"

"Okay ... I had surgery again on Friday."

"How's your cheek?"

"My cheek? Um ... if you mean my numbness it's really in the top part of my ..."

He interrupted again. "You know I have an incredible memory. Everybody tells me ... and I'm a great listener too ... are you a good listener, Joel."

I ignored him.


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BRAIN BOY UPDATE: Surgery at TGH on Friday to clip off my shunt (It was taking too much fluid from my brain.) Seems to be working ... taking it easy this weekend  ... although I had a SPLITTING HEADACHE after seeing my Dad. 





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Saturday, November 2, 2013

Did you know I wrote a book?

Can you believe the number of self-promoting ego maniacs that are out there? (please buy my book)

I have no patience for what I read today in Facebook or LinkedIn or blogs from  people who talk about themselves incessantly ... trying to get you to buy some product they are peddling.. (it's the greatest book you ever read).

LOOK AT THE AD TO THE RIGHT !!!!

Granted there are many choices in products these days (the author is so clever)

. But folks need to have some modicum of modesty and class (he's also devilishly handsome).

Times are tough ... I get it ... so it's not easy making a living. (it just costs a few bucks. Don't cheap out).


LOOK AT THE AD TO THE RIGHT !!!
They will stop at nothing. (I'll come to your house to deliver it).

I've written a book, you may have heard ... but you will never see me stoop to these tactics. (remember I have been through brain surgery so have a little empathy).

Nope ... with me you'll never have to worry about false promises and gimmicks.. (send me your email and I'll get you free flights to Hawaii with every purchase).

My biggest pet peeves are the salesmen who will  try to distract you with pictures of animals or kids. Don't you hate them the most???  (BTW ... have you seen my grandson COLE?)








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Sunday, October 27, 2013

Savannah … We Will Return

We met one of Nikki's nurses last night. She was a lot like Kristin Wiig's character, Penelope, on SNL … you know the one that always has to one-up everyone?

She was very excited to tell us everything that happened in her life whether we asked her or not..  The conversation went like this:

Nikki (to me): "Dad … now drive safely going home …"

Nurse (interrupting): "Where are you going?"

Me: "Um … St. Pete  …"

Nurse : "I've been to St. Pete, many times …"

Me: "That's nice. Now Nikki …"


Nurse: "Got a sister who lives in Brandon and a niece in Tampa …"

Me: "I see … Steven, are your parents coming …"

Nurse: "I was at Tampa General …"

Me: "Oh really … me too …"

Nurse: "I was there many times and then I went to Sarasota … Did I tell you about the women in my family who lived past 100 and the men who died young?" (What a surprise.)

Nikki put the blanket over her head. I wish I had the blanket after the nurse started her next round of Penelope-isms. Okay, full disclosure … it wasn't for Penelope … it was for when she finished breastfeeding.

Anyway … this morning we picked up breakfast at Atlanta Bread Company.

I ordered four egg and cheese sandwiches on sesame bagels for Nikki. Steven, Debbie and me. The server asked,  "What kind of sesame bagel? We have two types."

"Two types? Really? I didn't know there were two types. "

"Yes," she said. "One has white seeds and one is black."

The other server interrupted her and announced that the black one is poppyseed.

I said,  "I'll take the white."

She was punching in the order on the cash register (which took about 10 minutes) when she suddenly stopped and asked, "Would you like cheese on that?"

"On my egg and cheese sandwiches? Yes, I would."

She said, "Okay … Good."

After breakfast, we said a sad goodbye and headed home. We stopped at a gas station to fill up. Inside we gathered important food items for the road … cookies, chips, nuts … healthy stuff. We had a hard time getting to the register because huddled in front of a television screen on the wall were about four people intent on watching the "show".  When we got close enough to see what was on … we realized it was the security monitor of the outside gas pumps at the station … THERE WAS NO ONE IN FRONT OF THE CAMERAS.

I'm glad we made the trip. We got to meet some of Savannah's finest citizens. But … of course the best of the best was my new little grandson … Cole Benjamin Cohen.

Can't wait to come back … soon.

Saturday, October 26, 2013

Birthday Gifts

Did I tell you about my grandson?

Oh I did? Too bad ... I'm gonna talk about him some more. Today, Deb and I got more mileage (literally) with Cole. Last night he did his first poop with me and his first spit up with Deb. So this morning ... he was exhausted. His mom even said he lost interest in his food source for a few minutes.

We came bearing gifts.

Super soft and cuddly bear was first out of the box. Second was monogrammed spit up cloths.

We also got Cole some pretty sweet kicks ...

... And a cool book :"Goodnight NOLA" that we picked up months ago in New Orleans at Maple Street Bookstore. "Goodnight Beans and rice ... Goodnight crawfish ... Goodnight Bunny bread ..."

A One-sie (or two-sie or ... what is that anyway?) Oh well ... its pretty cute.

You know they tell you the best part about being a grandparent is that you can give them back...


I'm not so sure I agree!