"We were watching a report earlier and there was an old lady here sleeping with her head on the tableand we thought you can't have that, " Myron Lichtnauer said.
When I bent my legs and peered in, I could see his back, and the back of his head, and, across the table from him, my smiling radiant wife lifting her wineglass as if in acknowledgment of something he had said.
Grandma Fan sat at the head of the tableand the rest of us shuffled in around her: Uncle Jim with presents for us, Uncle Dick with his word games, Aunt Jane with her cosmopolitan worldview and martinis.