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  <title>Comments on 'Gramps and His Memory'</title>
  <subtitle>&amp;quot;Freshen that up for ya, Dennis?&amp;quot; The waitress was loud, too loud for mid-afternoon. Dennis sighed when he realized he was old enough that she was too loud for any time of day.

&amp;quot;No, time. I best be gettin on.&amp;quot; He fished the crumpled bills, leaving a nearly exact 15 percent tip. Old habits. Old haunts.

A glance at the yellowed clock confirmed what he felt in his bones. Somewhere deeper, an ache resurfaced, a bittersweet memory. Hands bent by years of hard work and arthritis gripped the steering wheel to assist entry. Tears came to dry eyes as Dennis remembered.

_&amp;quot;Thanks for pickin me up, gramps.&amp;quot;_

_&amp;quot;Anything for my little Joanie-bear.&amp;quot;_

_&amp;quot;Ah geez, gramps, come on. I'm 16 now.&amp;quot;_

_&amp;quot;Don't matter. You'll always be my Joanie-bear.&amp;quot;_

_&amp;quot;Love you too, gramps.&amp;quot;_

With a rough flannel sleeve, Dennis smudged away the tears. He didn't have time for memory. He didn't have the energy for it, to be honest.

&amp;quot;Always,&amp;quot; he muttered with a huff, backing out, and guiding his truck along familiar routes.</subtitle>
  <updated>2008-05-29T18:34:52Z</updated>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Gramps and His Memory</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;What a sad memory for him to have.  I really got caught up in this one, as I did in the rest of this series so far.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-05-29T18:34:52Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>Hunting Beauty</name>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Gramps and His Memory</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;can picture the scene,if this were a movie, its the scene that   the actor would snab the oscar for.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-05-27T17:26:41Z</published>
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      <name>SKermitgorf</name>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Gramps and His Memory</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I picturing this greasy diner where the melamine tables are flaking at the edges and the waitress is wearing a blouse that is way too small for her breasts.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-05-15T14:25:15Z</published>
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      <name>PyroPunk 51 (PPP LoA)</name>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Gramps and His Memory</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I agree, heartbreaking in a way. Very nice.&lt;br /&gt;LoA&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-05-11T21:22:49Z</published>
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      <name>Saint Chuck</name>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Heartbreaking, really. This is one of my favorite series of yours so far. Your character development is brilliant.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-05-09T22:44:36Z</published>
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