My mom and I met up at Papa's place for lunch today. Isn't he a handsome devil? If there is any question in your mind about his pulchritude, just ask him; "Mia, I look just like Rudolph Valentino!" he'll tell you. Humility isn't on of Papa's strong suits but, in all fairness, he was quite the looker. All the women in town over 75 remember how handsome he was and some still swoon at the thought of it.
A few years ago my cousin, Teresa, and I were looking at old photos of my grandparents and almost swooned ourselves at shots of him. We mentioned how good-looking he was to Grammie and she responded, with that impish glint she would get in her eyes, "Why do you think I married him?"--leaving Teresa and I with our jaws dropped on the table--the perfect position for Grammie to spoon more food into.
Damn, I miss that woman. This trip is for you Grammie!
