Grandfather: I have always been impressed with my mother’s managerial skills. Not only did she parent ten children, but she also managed a full household staff.
Me: I know! When I read older English novels, I’m reminded of those extra responsibilities of the family matriarch. Like right now I’m reading Middlemarch by George Eliot. . .
Grandfather: I’m reading Middlemarch too!
Later, walking up a steep hill. . .
Grandfather: I rode one of the first geared bikes 190 miles from Yale to visit a girlfriend at Bennington. Later she wrote me a Dear John letter, telling me she was becoming a Sacred Heart nun.
Me: A boy once drove 200 miles to see me in a car with a driver’s side window smashed in by the burglar who stole his car stereo the night before. There was burglar blood and window glass all over the seat and he arrived in a rainstorm. Later he told me he was gay.
18/12/2007 at 3:01 pm Permalink
You’re grandfather is the most intersting man you’ve ever met
18/12/2007 at 3:22 pm Permalink
I know. One time he pulled a cow out of a well with his bare hands.
18/12/2007 at 3:31 pm Permalink
Also, your spelling is the most interesting I’ve ever seen.
18/12/2007 at 3:54 pm Permalink
I think your responses were a good match to your grandpa’s stories. Particularly the last one.
18/12/2007 at 4:07 pm Permalink
Thanks! It would’ve been even better if the burglar in the story had become a gay nun after he stole my friend’s stereo.
18/12/2007 at 5:21 pm Permalink
Well, you take what you can get, Wis…
26/12/2007 at 11:16 am Permalink
I just laughed so hard that other people in the house probably are wondering what is going on!