When I was a young lad I spent a lot of time with my Grandpa. He was a good guy. He'd been a department store manager and a grocer earlier in life. By the time I was hanging out at their home for lazy summer weeks on end he was a Lutheran Brotherhood insurance agent.
His hours were flexible, it appears that his main task was just having pleasant conversations with people. There was plenty of time to spend with his little side kick.
Grandpa taught me how to fish, a skill I passed on to my own boys. He was never very strict in the matter of ice cream and other treats, a policy that I have also embraced now that I too am a grandfather.
He was a great fan of the Minnesota Twins. We'd listen to games on a radio that was already an antique. The static would snarl and crackle when thunderstorms were brewing somewhere over the long horizon that stretched out into the flat infinity of North Dakota.
Now I have the radio. And a side kick. Here we are tuning in the Twins game as I get ready to do a bit of painting and he gets ready for a nap.
- Necessary pronouncements.
It's Diet Pepsi, not beer. We do have Grand Parenting Policies.
The game was very hard to hear. Lots of static on a day with no thunderstorms. Probably old radio tubes don't last as long as old memories.
I did not finish the painting job that day. We also have Grand Parenting Priorities.
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