Just spent the last eight days riding in a car. Oh, wait. We stopped for a bit here and there. But I definitely spent the last 13 hours in a car. Glad to be home. What’d I miss?

Some grandpa stories to share from the journey:

I learned that Grandpa (who is home from the hospital and doing better — thanks for asking) was 4-F in WWII and right out of high school, made nitroglycerin in a factory. Grandma worked there, too, making some kind of acid. One night, there was an explosion and four guys were obliterated. All that was left was a shoe.

My dad’s dad picked him up and brought him home for lunch when he was in high school all the time. Why? Because he wanted to spend quality time with his tenth child! Isn’t that AMAZING? I wondered how that was even possible but my dad explained that his dad (who died seven years before I was born) worked nights so he was available to have lunch with my dad. I remembered my dad boosting me from school to take me out to lunch several times when I was growing up and now, that has even more significance — although I’ve always cherished the memory of those lunches out.

Got any good grandpa stories?

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