Quite willing to take requests while seated at the piano, Grandpa Sheffer was never more than a step away from a cuppa coffee and a Marlboro. We've got more questions than answers about this man, and I'll admit that one of mine concerns his colorful ensembles, and I don't mean choral. Did Grandma do his shopping? I must remember to ask my mother when I see her next week. Perhaps the photo will jog her memory sufficiently.