I was lying down for a nap Sunday afternoon, after a trip to Bowling Green and before my granddaughter, Sabria, was supposed to drop by for a visit. She came by shortly after my head hit the pillow then went into the living room, where Garey was reading the paper, to ask of my whereabouts. My daughter, Natalie, instinctively knew I was in my bedroom, so she stuck her head into the room to tell me Sabria had arrived.