Grandpa Don – I miss our visits. I miss hearing about those “good ole days”. I miss your stories. I miss the one you loved to tell how you and your best friend drove cross country in a Model A and the adventures you had being chased by a moose. I miss hearing about your days on the road and all of the really interesting jobs you held. How honest people were and how family really mattered. How men were men and women were women. How the streets were clean and safe and the economies thrived. The world has done gone crazy. I no longer recognize this place. Exposure or not – we really need some “good old day” experiences to return and stay – pure and joyful and safe – NOW – don’t we?
