Photobooth Friday, and Thanksgiving thanks

My Gramps is on the right. I assume it's his writing in pencil on the top that says "an old Spanish custom". I have no clue what that meant, unless this photo was perhaps taken in Tijuana. My grandfather was a card. He was also a drinker. Boy the stories I could tell...
I don't know who the sailor is on the left. I assume this was around WWII.

My grandfather was my mom's stepdad, but more a father to her and a grandfather to me than was her biological father. He was a dentist in the Navy, and was on the USS Maryland when Pearl Harbor was attacked. He was never quite the same after that, but he was a darling man. He used to have funky sayings that he would sing out on a whim: "shave and a haircut, two bits", "pickle in the middle and the mustard on top", and portions of a poem "he rowed her ashore, with a broken oar, and he sold her to Dan McGrew, for a husky dog and some hot eggnog--as rascals are wont to do".
When my mom and I would visit, he would walk us out to the car, beat on the fender, and yell, "tin can...".
He was somethin' else.

He also spent time in Alaska and in Hawaii--I have photographs of a virgin landscape in Hawaii, and dancing hula girls. It was unspoiled paradise. I have pieces of wood that he carved while out at sea...bookends and trinkets.

When my grandmother passed away unexpectedly, he sold his two houses in Coronado for a song, thinking he was saving the family future hassle. It was a huge error done under duress, as the properties in that area are now far in excess of a million dollars. God I miss his cute little house.

On another note, I just wanted to mention that Thanksgiving was lovely.

My generous hostess offered vintage Thanksgiving cards at each place setting. More than decoration, these were gifts for her guests, along with ten pounds of leftovers (seriously--it was a grocery sack-size bag of homemade delicacies). Really really wonderful. Thanks Mel. Your mom and dad are precious. Her dad walked me out to my car. I mean really, how cute is that? Far too few men have manners like that anymore. My dad used to always stand when someone entered the room. I highly value those gestures.