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Rowan, whose legs are too short for biking, did not authorize that emasculating photograph.

Gramps and I came back from Grand Marais a day early.  He wanted to see a doctor for various symptoms.  He called the nurse line to discover that no doctors were available, so the nurse told him to come to the ER.  I think they say that quite frequently to 87-year-olds.  Then after the ER he ended up getting admitted overnight for observation, etc. 

I haven't been able to get in touch with him today, not all that surprising considering he's not always able to hear/see/tolerate his cellphone.  But hopefully the old man is okay.  A little bit nerve-wracking to be alone with an ailing 87-year-old and 100 miles from his doctor, but it is what it is.  We had fun while it lasted.  And it is nice to be home with the above children.