Why it is Ill never know but the Grants always continue to look out for reponse, return and self. How it came to be, no one knows. I had only purchased one burger and a fry when I could feel someone hovering over me and I gave a quick look behind. Blue blazer, open white polo, brown slacks that I have yet to ever find for myself and a set of burgundy loafers with tassels. I small scent of cologne. I rolled my eyes, shook my head. That all important grip and fold of the Wall Street Journal…..ugh um sir are you finished. I beg your pardon sir.. I say are you finished can you step to the side? Fine….Coffee to go please. Mc’ds for coffee, my has time changed. I just stood waited and continued my wait. He strutted out, got into the old BMW and drove. I shrugged it off as nothing. I had nothing of value for the Jones but he was out of place for sure. Alas, a Jones and I in the same place ordering off the same menu. What could be next in the new world.