In loving, living memory, John Melançon 1928 – 2007
As Grandpa just called Mom and complained for about an hour about how no one visits him.
(First he told me what failures Jakob and I were for not using a screwdriver wedged behind the metal ledge to pull it off.)
So today I sent an e-mail blast to friends in this hemisphere inviting them to make vacation plans to Grandpa's house with me.
And I'll document here that we were out at the cape if not last Saturday, the one before that, and saw Grandpa at Judy's for the second-to-last night of Passover.