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April 28, 2012

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.