After the funeral, we went to the Treon for a luncheon. We toasted him with his favorite wine, white zin and Uncle M passed out the cigars, Dutch Masters. Someone had given G’pa a box of them once and, while he had smoked them for many, many years, he had given up smoking by then. So he just kind of chewed on them. He’d chew them down to stubs and leave these little slimy stubs around. On a road trip, I remember him sort of spitting/launching the stub out of the window after chewing it down to a stub.
So here’s to Grandpa.