OK, so you think you know someone right? Wrong.
It seems I’ve known my grandfather for my entire life without really knowing him.
I knew him as a man who wore nothing but short-sleeved, button-down shirts with one breast pocket.
A man who had a gigantic ship’s compass mounted to the dash of the new car he bought every two years.
A man who never left home without a pocket full of butterscotches.
The man I saw today watching “Five dudes, one taco stand” is not this man.
But you know what? It’s taken our relationship to a new level. We’ve got plans to go to Reno as soon as I finish up the Talkathon. Apparently he’s spent some time there and knows people who know people. I may just have to write a blog about our adventures.
