so i took a little family vacation last weekend with my mother, brother, and sister down to holly grove, arkansas to visit my mother's father, who is also my last living grandparent. never heard of holly grove, arkansas? well, it's a town of about 800+ and boasts a town square with its own post office! but to eat you have to go to a nearby town. and to get a paper you have to drive to the post office. just a heads up.
we roll in at around 1:00 and there are hugs all around until my grandfather gets to my mother, where he greets her with not only a hug BUT WITH A SLAP ON THE ASS, PEOPLE. my sister, brother and i exchanged glances of horror but quickly recovered. we don't slap asses in our nuclear. but as my brother said later that evening when we were getting wasted, "maybe he wanted to give her a "good game". 'nuff said
my grandfather is 83 years old. he's the healthiest old guy ive ever known. hes never had any health problems. hes up and walking around. and get this: he has eaten the same thing for breakfast for like 50 years: a banana and a bowl of instant oatmeal. breakfast of champions.
my grandfather is kind of hero. he told my brother and i all of these stories of when he was in ww2. he somehow figured out a way to get his men who were trapped on their boat onto the shore at the battle of normandy. he's also a bit of a freak because he only has 3 fingers on his left hand. he got hit with shrapnel at that same battle. he told us about how a german prisoner of war had to amputate his fingers or else he would lose his whole hand. what a guy.
what a weekend.