Flo comments frequently about others in her little community. Mostly, she refers to them as, well, “them”, or “they”, or “some,” as in , “some get picked up on weekends.” While we were waiting for the barbershop chorus to begin, she pointed out one woman in spiffy red shorts and matching spandex shirt. “She wears those same clothes everyday.” After the woman sat down, Flo asked me,

“Did you know it was Grandparent’s Day?”

” I’ve never heard of Grandparent’s Day, but I see the Happy Grandparent’s Day card on the piano.”

“Betsy and I were talking about it at lunch. I said it was Grandparent’s Day and the man at the next table thought I was talking about birthdays. He asked, ‘When is my birthday?’ ”

That reads a little like he is asking Flo when her birthday is, but no, he’s asking when his is.

“I said, ‘I don’t know. January, February, March, April, May…?’ ”

“He said, ‘I think January.’ “

“You’re laughing, Flo.”

“I know. I shouldn’t, but I can’t help it.”