I'm Remembering My Grandfather

He taught me to spit and throw pennies down manholes, although my parents only knew about the pennies.
He managed the curtain for me for my many basement performances.
He fed me chocolate milkshakes for breakfast, and once had them remake my milkshake with vanilla ice cream because with chocolate it was too chocolately.
He let me gloat the first time I beat him at Scrabble (and the only time - on quince).
He never failed to make me feel good about myself, even when I was at my most awkward, most confused, most lost.
He treated my son like a prince and my husband like a king.

I will miss him terribly.

I love you Poppop.

(photos 1 and 2, courtesy of MBB)