I spit my beer out on just about every reply in this post so far.

I get my Grandfather a glass of brandy every night and tonight, he was watching the president on C-Span. My grandparents raised me and I grew up in this house (joined the Army, got married/kids/divorce/moved back in/moved out/married) and now I'm back, taking care of my Grandfather with the new wife.
I came back up here (We live upstairs) with this awful feeling of dread that I couldn't explain. Then it dawned on me

The president was on TV

Just brought back memories. I figured I couldn't be the only one that ever went through that
