Maybe this will be of interest only to those that knew and loved him, but Papa was in one of my dreams last night. He was dressed in very hip fashion, including a wide pink and grommeted belt. And the dude had a skateboard.
We were at the mall, walking around, when he walked off around the corner. I followed him, and panicked when I saw where he was going - down a ramp that hugged the building. On his skateboard. I was sure he was going to crash, and started yelling to the young guys (also with skateboards) at a turn below to help my grandfather. But Papa just sailed past them, turned the corner, and continued down the ramp. Toward the bottom, he did a u-turn and even skated over some kids practicing on a little ramp.
Even in my dream state, I was amused by this.
Posted by Shokufeh at January 26, 2005 12:35 PM"And the dude had a skateboard."
Yo...I never fancied calling my grandfather duuude! You got me laughing tears.
Posted by: mademoiselle a. at January 27, 2005 11:24 AMdon't you just love dreams?
Posted by: bethanie at January 27, 2005 09:26 PMsounds like papa is the kind of guy who will always be able to take care of himself :)
Posted by: Linda at January 29, 2005 01:27 PM