Remembering my grandfather James who would have been 86 today. He was an opinionated man with a feisty temper and a wide smile. We played checkers and went to the zoo together. He introduced me to coffee to which I have since developed a complete addiction. I called him “Thata” and he called me m’ija. If being stubborn is an inherited quality, I know where I got my streak. I loved him.
Here’s a photo of him (on the right) from his years as a dashing salior in the Navy.
JJB.
Thanks sis.