Telling Stories
From that longer worked that I mentioned. This morning I was thinking about my grandfather. For whatever reason there were memories that came to mind that I hadn’t touched on in many, many years. So this is just a small clip from all of that. Whether or not the writing was any good this morning doesn’t matter as much as how much I really enjoyed the time I had remembering my granddad.
“My grandfather was a classic sort of man who had one chance to introduce me to all of the wonders of boyhood that he previously missed by siring two daughters.”
