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, June 22, 2010
Pizza
The other night and Bob informs me that he made his own pepperoni pizza for dinner. "There was only one problem with the pizza," he said, "I forgot to put on the cheese." I reply, "Maybe I'm old fashioned, but it really isn't a pizza without cheese." "It didn't really taste like pizza should taste." Pizza is complicated...no it's not.
