My grandfather is of that generation which still uses their shirt pockets as such.
And to that end, my grandmother always makes the grocer well acquainted with the knowledge
that any alcohol is for baking, and any prunes or raisins for arthritis.
along with a small amount of half-extended family, we played a final game of chipped croquet at grandpa's empty house: set to be the bank's next month.
We nostalgically sent each other's balls into the piles of rust which lined the
etc etc etc.