Before she had Alzheimer’s, the TV was on at Jason’s grandmother’s house all day, mostly to CNN.  She knew every news story when it first happened. 

Now she can’t watch TV anymore.  Jason isn’t sure why; maybe it’s the Haldol she takes to stop her from being paranoid and psychotic and chasing his grandfather with a knife and saying he is stealing all her money and her jewelry.

Jason’s grandmother can’t remember things for long.  Every time he comes over, she asks him if he is working.  When he tells her he teaches middle school Spanish, she always says the same thing: "Do the students know you’re Puerto Rican?"  Sometimes he says yes; sometimes he says no.  In a ninety-minute visit, she can ask these questions four or five times.

Jason’s grandmother does know they are in Orlando.  His aunt says eventually she won’t. 

Another thing she asks Jason all the time is if he likes Florida.  He says it’s okay, and she always says she wishes she could move back to New York, things were better there.

Jason has begun to bring his ThinkPad on his visits because his grandmother’s attention span is good enough to look at things online. 

He shows her scenes of Corona on the Forgotten New York website and she asks him what kind of people live there.  Jason’s usual reply is "All kinds, I guess."

They watch videos on YouTube.  She likes to watch a video of someone in a purple hippo suit dancing to reggaetón music and one of shirtless white boys eating teabags.  Fifteen minutes later, she will forget she saw them. 

Jason does not mind playing them again, though he much prefers the shirtless teabag-eating boys to the purple reggaetón hippo.