A death in the family
My Grandfather died.
He fought in WW2.
He had a tattoo of a snake wrapped around a dagger on his right forearm.
He grew up in NYC.
He met Babe Ruth, and played stickball with him before the Babe became such a legend.
He thought the Irish were the best people on earth.
He took me fishing on opening fishing day when I was a child.
He always took me out to McDonalds when I was young.
He gave me a sword he took off of a Nazi during the war.
He taught me how to tell a good story.
He was a mix between Archie Bunker and Charles Bukowski.
He was one of my heroes
He will be missed
He fought in WW2.
He had a tattoo of a snake wrapped around a dagger on his right forearm.
He grew up in NYC.
He met Babe Ruth, and played stickball with him before the Babe became such a legend.
He thought the Irish were the best people on earth.
He took me fishing on opening fishing day when I was a child.
He always took me out to McDonalds when I was young.
He gave me a sword he took off of a Nazi during the war.
He taught me how to tell a good story.
He was a mix between Archie Bunker and Charles Bukowski.
He was one of my heroes
He will be missed