In mid-afternoon, we headed up to the Post Office Pub in Mineral Ridge for Happy Hour (Jack had a $3 beer and I had a $3 glass of chardonnay). Met a delightful bartender named Rico, who knew our grandkids Jackie and Jarrett. Back home, Jack learned his friend Pete had called from Columbus (they talk multiple times every day), so he plopped in his recliner and returned the call.