Grandpa

Grandpa had panache. He wore a fedora before it was cool. He insisted on Florsheim shoes. He had a zest for packing tape like you have never seen. He told us ghost stories at night when he was tucking us in. He sincerely believed in UFO's. He also believed in us. He was a devoted grandpa. I can remember him picking me up from school in his little white automatic four-door car to take me to my monthly orthodontist appointments. He used to drive with two feet so I was always a bit queasy by the time we arrived. Nonetheless, he was there every month wearing his Andy cap, waiting to drive me. He was a one of a kind guy whom I will miss dearly. The world isn't quite "exactly right" without him.