Grandpa Isy Remembered

My grandmother's second husband was a guy we called Grandpa Isy. I wrote about him a few months ago, after he died. Anyway, this morning, I was standing, and waiting for the elevator. Waiting and waiting. It seemed the elevator would never get to our floor. And I should point out that I work on the third floor of a four floor building, and there are two elevators, so the long wait was unusual.

As I was waiting, the light finally lit up, announcing the arrival of the elevator. At which point Grandpa Isy's voice popped in my head, and I heard him say, as he would always say on the walk home from shul when he came to Detroit to visit, "I'm slow but I get there."