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
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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.
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