My gramps woke me up at 5:00 am this morning. He wanted to hike up one of our local mountains and be aup there at sunruse. He had a light breakfast: Two burgers, fries with cheese sauce, homonion rings, potato chips, all homemade. On the way up to the summit he told me "Last one to reach the summit is a Mary." All the way down and back to the car he called me Mary. Paw Paw is now taking a nap. For the record, I had three scramled eggs, two slices of toast with butter and jam, and an apple for breakfast.