Sundaes on Sunday

As a child, one of the highlights of the week was to have Isadore Gilbert, my beloved grandfather, take me to McDonald's for a twenty-nine (29) cent sundae. As far as desserts go, it was not a very good one, but that did not even matter. I was getting to spend part of the weekend with the greatest man on earth (Some of you might argue that you had spectacular grandpas too, and I would never dispute that, but Izzy was my superman). Other unforgettable moment occurred on Sunday too. Our Captain D's fish lunches for the whole family. Going to the JCC or to the arcade to watch Grand-Dad play pool. I know those days are never coming back and I really miss them.