ode to Gramps

I was riding in my miata with the top down and the wind in my hair on my way to fun in the sun for the fourth of July. What could be better than this? I turned on the radio to the oldies....memories flooded my mind bringing a fresh smile with each memory. i was back in Grandpa's garage. So clean and smooth the cement under my feet, relief from the hot sun. That unique smell of old Marlboro, gasoline, grease, and wood.... Then the hot dogs, the corn on the cob...the year we picked our own straight from the corn stalk and there were worms in my cob... slip and slide, jacuzzi, bad mitten, croquett, hoola-hoop... the year grandpa proved cats could walk on water by throwing Josie into the jacuzzi. Cousins, Aunts, Uncles, Grandparents.. Every year the same. Then suddenly, without anyone asking us if it was ok with us, we were all grown up. Thank you Grandpa and Grandma for all the good memories. I love you! Happy 4th of July!