- sitting across from him in Denny's, waiting for him to pour creamer into his coffee so he could empty the creamer cup and then fill it with coffee for us.
- his appreciation for PaPa Johns, which nearly rivals mine
- he was a fierce Parcheese competitor and even though I am pretty sure I never beat him, he always let me argue that I was the Parcheese champ!
- Sniff Sniff's evening visits
- the meals at the Mexican Restaurant (he loved that cheese dip and I can't think of a time he didn't spill it on his shirt or have it dripping from his chin at some point during the meal)
- "Tradition"
- No ONE, I mean NO ONE, can make grits like PawPaw.
- The fish he fried was the only kind of fish I have ever enjoyed.
- The banging of the pulpit when he preached
- The ENORMOUS pile of leaves he would gather for us to jump in (he must have let leaves accumulate for months at a time and I can't even imagine how long it took him to rake) He didn't just watch us from the sidelines, he was in those leaves with us, tossing us around and laughing as we tried to come up from the pile to find air (sometimes, I really wondered if it was possible to drown in a pile of leaves
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