Mom and I reminisced last night for a few moments about her Dad, my Papa. Yesterday would have been his 90th birthday. He passed eight years ago.
We laughed about how we think he would have been now—if you knew him, you would have figured as we did that he would be saying all kinds of crazy things. He didn't have much of a filter to begin with, age would have released his inner machinations into the big blue world with lightning speed.
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