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, January 4, 2011
Orange Bowl
Watching Orange Bowl, Bob is explaining something to me. I cant hear him because I am not listening, but also because the TV is on volume 89. For about 5 minutes, I was nodding my head and inserting "yeah" here and there, then I gave up. Is he talking about the game? His day? I don't know... He ended his story with a good laugh. I gave a response chuckle, which prompted him to bellow an hardier laugh with one snort.
