Darling is in the hospital. ICU. Pneumonia. He has been a sick man - a little better today.
In Dallas the other day, lunch with Missy and shopping for fabric. Pizza at a wonderful, small, homey Italian place, Eddie’s Napoli in Garland. Paid our bill and got change. We put together five one-dollar bills for a tip and left them on the table. As we are leaving we look back and James is following us out and fanning out some ones. Missy says “Is that the tip?Did Dad pick up the tip?” Sure enough he did. She and James took the ones back and left them on the table. I just leaned against the door facing. Have we done that before? Have we been stiffing waitresses all over town? Who knows?