"Boy, the sun do shine." - The Roots, One Shine (Illadelph Halflife)
I cried today.
I also bought 4 radial tires and some tupperware. One might say a church in a commercial business lot is everything that's wrong with the strip-mall sensibilities of America. I wouldn't be the one. I found this juxtaposition very economical. I was able to honor my great grandfather, store desserts in an air-tight plastic container and improve the ride of my vehicle in 2 short hours with no out of the way driving (unless, of course, you count the 8 million years it takes to get to Rancho Cucamonga). With that kind of American Ingenuity, the terrorists will never win.
It's probably all kinds of sacrilegious to be mentally editing relatives while they butcher memories at a memorial. But, cut me some slack here, we can learn how to pause for emphasis and not jump all over the punchline while at the same time burying the lead, right?
We, all us grandkids, used to go down to my daddy, grandaddy's house every summer. There'd be four, five, six maybe eight of us and he'd put us all on the tractor. 8 of us on a tractor. My grandaddy. My grandaddy, and we called him daddy, My grandaddy, he, he, I remember I said "Grandaddy" and he took all of us kids outside and showed us this spider with long legs. He said, "That's a grandaddy. You just call me daddy." I loved my grandaddy.1. What? 2. This was said by a 45 year old man. 3. What? 4. Why did everyone laugh? 5. What?