I used to really look forward to dinner at Grumpy’s Tavern with Paul. We got dinner ‘to go’ a couple nights before he died and I’d avoided the place since then. But the Uncle Mike made me take him there for a beer last weekend. So when daddy came to town yesterday and suggested burgers at Grumpy’s, it was a little easier to say yes. And there was a little bit of joy in going back to the place Paul and I loved so much. (Yes, we really did love the little dive with their greasy, deep-fried goodness!)