Nothing to say

Sorry, I just haven’t had anything I was burning up to write about. I missed my grandchild’s birthday in the hubbub of my trip to see Jack, but I’ll make up for it tomorrow. Please, Rebecca, blame it on my Oldtimer’s and not the fact that I’m a bad Gramp-A-Long.

I thought this tune could close the first set of my new band, Diebold Blitzkreig. You don’t know a good looker like this one who could front a band, do you?

One thought on “Nothing to say”

  1. RebL

    You aren’t a bad Gramp-a-Long and you aren’t alone among those who love George like mad who blipped the b-day. The kids are really into mail right now – letters, magazine subscriptions, post cards and that kind of thing. I should clarify that they are into receiving mail, not sending it. The only thing George asked for for her birthday was chapter books and she got them.

    What I think would be really cool would be if you wrote her a childhood story and included a photo(s) of you at the time. You could send it to me electronically, and I could make it into a little booklet or something. That would be very cool. George (and her mother) would love, love, LOVE it. Mr. Needles would make a great story.

    In fact this would be a fantastic gift for EVERY birthday. You could give Parrish the hunting story. Oh, the best gift from a storyteller is a story and you are a storyteller.

    I’ll hush-olay. I’m sure you are more than capable of grandparenting. ;-)

    I love you Daddy, and so does George. Glad to hear you had a good time down south.

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