Day 10 and other randomness

Day 10. No house

But other than that..

We are having potatoes with dinner tonight.

Isn't it funny how something can always conjure up a memory?
Every time we have potatoes, I think of my grandfather.

Why?

No, he wasn't a potato farmer.
He didn't have a well known love for potatoes.
He was a retired police officer (among many other things) and visiting us for some time in the summer.
And I look back fondly thinking of the time we got to know our grandparents when they'd visit for a month or so most every summer(well, I was a kid, I don't know exactly how long they were there)

But back to the potatoes...
We opened a big brown bag of potatoes in preparation for dinner and there among the potatoes was a small package of unknown/unlabeled white substance in cellophane.

You know the war on drugs was big then, and the first thing thought of was...
"it's drugs! hiding in the potatoes!"
And the police were called

Yes, yes, they were.

And sometime between calling the police and their arrival someone read the package of potatoes.

It said "Salt Potatoes" and in smaller letters somewhere on the package "salt included"

Life was never dull but it was especially not dull when they were around.

I pray that my kids will have similarly fond memories of their grandparents visits.

Miss you Poppop
XOXOXO