Even though I was only 8 when my grandfather died, he held a very influential place in my life. I have several very vivid memories of him that I have shared with my husband. I discovered this morning, that my husband has been listening over the years. This morning, he commented that a diner behind me must be the reincarnation of my grandfather. He then explained that the man probably could no longer see his food, for the pepper. Yes, my grandfather liked his pepper. That particular memory involves a plate of great northern beans, a touch of vinegar and then coated in a layer of black pepper. How wonderful that my husband shares my memories, even if he didn't know the man.
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