Grampa’s Morning Out
I’m a grandfather. I didn’t just become one—I’ve been one for fifteen years. And I’ve got six wonderful grandchildren—with a seventh on the way, praise be to God! Actually, I should say Marilyn and I are grandparents. Marilyn is the good grandparent, the cuddly one, the one to whom the grandchildren naturally gravitate. I’m the old grouchy guy over in the corner. We live about three hours from our grandkids, so we don’t see them as much as we wish, but when we’re able, the six run to us with welcome glee! After a quick perfunctory hug around my…

















