He slender 5'7' frame was still trim and fairly well-toned, with nicely formed shoulders and arms and little trace of a belly despite his age. I did notice that despite him being in his late sixties, Grandpa Tony was still in good shape. That didn't excuse my stopping at the doorway and watching his vigorously drying the little patches of grey hair that still grew on his temples, but back then to me there was something beautiful about older men, and the fact that the man I was staring at was my Mom's father was not enough to stop my staring. That someone was my grandfather, and while it was true that he should have closed the door of the guest room while he dried off, he probably thought that with my parents at work that he was alone. I walked down the hall that afternoon, and when I passed the bathroom I could tell that someone had gotten out of the shower recently. It was the way I saw him that set me back a bit. I knew that my grandfather was going to visit us, so I wasn't shocked when I saw him that Thursday afternoon in the guest room.