A bunch of us got together for the beginning of the new year to celebrate Granddaddy’s 93rd birthday. We had quite a crowd at Persimmon Hill Country Club. It puts the “country” in Country Club, so it was good eatin’. It was good to see everyone, including friends of G’pa, my parents and aunts and uncles, and some of “the men” from the Tuesday night Hearts game (where friendship ceases).
Whether it’s his ability to extinguish candles, play a devastating game of bridge, check a record, pick a jury, land General Patton on a beach, use a slingshot, or trap a rabbit, I’m impressed with my Grandfather. So y’all give it up. Remember who you are, and use your head for something besides a hat rack.
