My grandson calls to spend the weekend with me. Daniel is fifteen. I pick him up on Saturday afternoon. He, like my sons, like my father contains elements of me mixed with surprises. It is always the surprises I have to sort out. We are both hungry, so we go to the Old Town in Ann Arbor because I want a burger, but they are not open yet. We are very hungry so we go across the street to the Fleetwood where Daniel orders the burger that is 50% ground bacon. Daniel eats a lot of bacon. This is a surprise.