FOR GREGORY. He was not a VICTIM of ALZHEIMER'S DISEASE, he was a HERO!
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Saturday, February 1, 2014
The Sabbath Dinner
M: Good Evening B. How are you tonight?
B: Good Evening. I am fine thank you.
M: Hello Eddie.
M: B I notice you have a lovely voice, accent. Where were you born?
B: Yes and I raised three sons who did fairly well.
B: And I loved my husband.
(Sarcastically) Are you going to ask about how many times a week we had sex?"
M: No. I don't think that is my business.
B: Right. So don't ask so many questions.
From across the dining room: (In a deep male voice) Whoop Whoop Whoop Whoop
E: (Noticing someone at the table was just served their dinner. With hand extended, loudly) What about me? What about me? What about me?
From the next table: (In a female voice that sounds like Donald Duck inhaling helium) Mama. Mama. Mama. I want my mama.
One of the staff delivering dessert sings: Cookies, cookies, who wants a cookie?
E: (loudly) What about me? What about me? What about me?
From across the dining room in a female voice: Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Then: Mama Mama
On her way out of the dining room, H from a few tables over, asks the staff member: Where do I pay for my meal? How much does it cost today?
From across the dining room: I want to go home.
Staff: This is your home, I'll help you find your room.
All this goes quite unnoticed by Gregory as he eats and savors his Friday night, sabbath meal: Brisket, roasted potatoes, cabbage, a light salad, carrot and celery sticks, challah, fruit juice, coffee, and a cookie.