For my graduation from college meal, we went out to Italian. A lot of the family showed up. Brian, too. It was a big turn out.
They set us up in this long table in the center of the room. It was a loud restaurant. (But not quite loud enough.) The place was packed with graduates and their families. At our table, Grandpa Alvin dominated the conversation. He always shouted in his later years, being deaf. Grandpa was talking about my mother, and where she went wrong in life (in his opinion).
"It was because she did that marijuana," he yelled. "Now, if she had only done a good drug like heroin, she would have been fine," he screamed to the masses.
I don't remember what food we ate.