|Shopping at Cheapo-Depot|
|Celebrating his birthday.|
|Touring the engine room of a Navy destroyer. Undoubtedly these engine rooms are where the bandana carrying started.|
There was never a time Ron would be caught without a red bandana in his pocket. Even in the hospital you could see him walking with his gown open in the back and a bandana tucked in the waist of his boxers. The grandchildren were always delighted when they got to carry one of his handkerchiefs.
So I have to tell this favorite story once again:
We attended Michael's Christmas
play several years back. He was in the Angel Choir. The angels wore white
wings, white robes, and white halos. Grandpa and I both looked at each
other at the same time when we saw Michael, as if in slow motion, sniff
first, then start pulling up his robe and reaching into his back pocket
and before we could warn anyone, Michael pulled out the huge splash of red bandana
he had borrowed from Grandpa before the play. He slapped it in this sea
of white with quite a flair and blew his nose. The audience cracked up
and my daughter, directing the play, turned to glare at us.