Last night, we were surprised to receive a phone call from our grandson Eli.

I write “surprised” because since the “lion started to roar,” Eli has been tending to his planes for eighteen hours or more each day.

My instinct as a mother, as a grandmother, is to simply drive across the Atlantic Ocean and bring Eli a heimisch, warm meal, a steak and baked potato, or a juicy hamburger with all the trimmings.

Oh well. Even if I had a speedboat or water taxi, I could not reach his destination. I have no idea where he is.

“What did you have for dinner?” I asked him.

“It’s getting better, the food, but the Americans definitely have........

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