THE GRAND ONES

Are You Crazy, Grampa, Or Just Insane?

“Good question,” says Grampa. “The answer is yes.”

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Grampa is my humor teacher. Once, at Dad’s birthday, I said to Grampa, “Thanks for making Dad.”

A twinkle lit Grampa’s eye, and he said, “It was my… pleasure.”

Gross, Grampa.

And tight as hell.

My Grampa Fred grew up in Montville, Maine.

from the “Old Pictures of Forgotten Maine” group

In Montville, he was a wandering boy. He would ramble all over town, stopping wherever there were people, just to visit. He’d just show up and talk, enjoying folks, and they’d invite him to supper to keep the talk going.

I admire this, but I live in the opposite way: I prefer the places where there are no people whatsoever.

• abandoned houses
• rainy graveyards lit by lightning
• crossroads at midnight
• yeah, sometimes you meet Satan in these places
• he’s not a fan of people either