Tomorrow is my grandparents' 62nd wedding anniversary. Or, it would have been. He died a week ago today, at the age of 92. During this past week, as my Mimi and I sat, side by side, and laughed and cried, she told me all sorts of stories about their long and happy marriage. This, is one of my new favorites:

We were driving back from Columbus, Georgia on one of those real country roads, you know Pop never liked to take the main roads, and we passed a building, a factory type building, and I said, "Oh, that's where they can Osage Peaches," and he said, "No, that's where they can Osage Pimentos." And oh, we argued and argued about it for the next three or four miles until finally he said, "Goddamnit Betty, I'm going to turn this car around and show you." So we flipped around and went back and on one side of the building it said Osage Peaches and on the other side of the building it said Osage Pimentos. Oh we laughed and laughed! If only every argument could be settled so amicably.