My grandfather passed away this morning. Sad, if not unexpected news.

I noticed on Facebook that family members who were mentioning his death were also writing things like, "Ate at the Olympic Restaurant in memory of Grandpa Paul," or, as my mother wrote, "Ron and I stopped at Pullman Bay and had a cheeseburger and fries in memory of Paul. Told memories of a very fine man and father."

This seemed like, well, not a bad idea. Sarah and I had planned on starting a diet today, but had cheeseburgers and fries instead. I don't know, frankly, if Grandpa Paul had ever been to Chicago, or if he had, I doubt he'd ever been to Hamburger Mary's, but it's close to our apartment and the burgers are good and I think he would've appreciated that.