Bob is my 80 year old grandfather, but I call him Bob instead of grandfather. Always have. I moved from my parent's house in January 2010 to Bob's house. Bob is eccentric, even as far as old men go. I always appreciated it, but I was never quite exposed to it this much. Now, I want everyone to know about my experiences. You may laugh, but I shake my head. All of these short stories are true. They are not fabricated or exaggerated. They are Bob at his finest. If 'finest' is the right word
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Homecoming
My brothers, Bob, and I attended the homecoming football game this past Friday. In spite of his renowned severe case of acid reflux, Bob thought it prudent to scarf down a barbaque sandwich at half time. At the beginning of the fourth quarter, Bob tells me, "I threw up three times on the track." I look up to see th...ree pools of shimmering orange on the track surrounding the field. "I don't know you."
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