I love conversations. When I grew up, we didn’t have all this technology and the only screen I was ever face to face with was our porch screen all those times I didn’t realize it was closed and would run straight into it. “Screenface” was a nickname I wore proudly for several years.
Nope, what he had, back in those days, was each other and the words we’d share.
“Tell the one about the coon in the kitchen, Grandpa!” we kids would gleefully implore.
Grandpa would finish his rambling adventure, onl...
   
    
    
    
        Published on September 18, 2013 09:36