Happy Birthday, Grampy!

I called my grandparents today to wish my grandfather a happy 90th birthday. Grammy answered the phone, and a mildly amusing conversation ensued (my grandparents are getting a little more forgetful in their old age, so I think phone conversations are quite amusing for them):

Grammy [hoarse voice]: Hello?
Me: Grampy?
Grammy [clears throat]: No, it's Grammy.
Me: Hi Grammy, it's Amy.
Grammy: Amy, hi! Where are you calling me from?
Me: From my home in California.
Grammy: Oh, wow, you're calling me all the way from
California?
Me: Yes, the telephone is a magnificent invention.
Grammy: Oh, we just got back from doing some shopping. I can't always get what I want you know. I wanted to buy a face cloth but had to buy a dish towel. I'm going to launder everything though, Amy.
Me: I just wanted to call and wish Grampy a happy
birthday.
Grammy: Oh, he'll be delighted. Let me get him. We just got back from shopping so I'm unpacking things and he's trying to catch up on the day's paper. [to my grandfather] Bob! It's Amy LeClair.
Grampy: Hello, Amy LeClair.

The conversation got a little less formal after that. Grampy isn't too happy about having a birthday but added that life was pretty good and he couldn't go throw himself off a bridge, could he (no, thankfully).

He's not the young whippersnapper he was in this picture (taken at Pearl Harbor in 1940 - thanks Mary):

But he's still a pretty good looking guy, and he's a great grampy (and great great-grandfather to Kayley!)