THE RAMBLINGS OF AIM...
WITH SOME KNITTING THROWN IN.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
My wonderful Grampa died today. Born on the 4th of July, he was an all-American boy his whole life. He loved hot dogs, potato chips, fireworks, fishing, swimming in the lake, growing tomatoes, and writing poetry. He was 95.
He was a difficult man with an amazing wit. And we loved him so.