||[Jun. 28th, 2004|12:30 pm]
From the guest visit, as I remember them:
Saturday night, on Hollywood Blvd., Michelle, mom, and I were walking down the Walk of Fame.
They were looking for souvenirs. Mom, being rather tired from a long day of sight-seeing and sushi, happened to look in a window and notice a short-sleeve collared shirt.
"Oooh, that style of plain shirt, that might be a good shirt for grandpa," said mom.
"Um, that's a Hooters shirt," said Michelle.
Mom thought about it . . . "Oh . . . OH! Well, maybe not Hooters."
During the laughter, the bouncer-attendant noticed us, and he responded, "What's wrong with Hooters?"
I explained to him that we were looking for a souvenir shirt for my grandfather.
"OoooOOOH! For GRANDPA!" his eyes widened, and he smiled.
I agreed, "Why not?"
It's just what any 80-something man who was married over 50 years needs, for sure.