When I was little I used to spend after school time with my grandmothers. Tuesday was my day at Noni and Grandpa's house. Noni would pick us up from St. Matthias and drive us to ballet. My favorite part was tap. The click click of tap shoes on wood is the best sound, especially when you are 8 years old. After dance she would take us to Krausers for a magazine, a candy bar to eat in the car home and a pint of Häagen-Dazs for after dinner. For me it was always the same. Teen Beat (or which ever magazine featured Kirk Cameron), a Whatchamacallit and vanilla swiss almond. We would watch the soaps with Noni got home or maybe stand on the trailer while Harvey ran around us like a lunatic. Michele and I would fight and Noni would have to threaten us with the wooden spoon. I don't remember if she ever used it, but it was sure scary to see her whip it out.
Grandpa would get home and we would have dinner. Kentucky Fried Chicken was a pretty regular thing for us to have. After dinner was ice cream (the full pint!) and TV. Grandpa liked to watch Uncle Floyd so we would too. Then it was home and to bed.
