Grandpa and I did different stuff. We used to head out on one of his many motor cycles and we would ride. I felt so cool on the back of his bike. My arms hugged around his waist. We'd drive down Main Street and then out on the highway. He would take me up and down, on and off the exit ramps...around and around in circles till I felt sick and couldn't take one more turn. Then we would secretly head over to Dairy Queen for a treat...he would have a buster bar and I would get a dilly bar. Sometimes we had dip cones. It was our thing we shared. We used to walk a good old dog 'streaker'. I would watch him tinker in the basement. Fixing odds and ends. I loved visiting him at CP Rail were he used to work. Monoriting the trains and telling me which trains were sleeping.
Grandpa used to take me to the musuem...I loved it there. He would show me how they used to run the trains and we'd go up into the trains. He even has one of his old motor cycles in there.
When Grandpa retired from CP Rail he got a job and a security guard and the mall. I love going to the mall with my friends for fries at 'Calocole Junction'...there walking by would be my Grandpa. We always met with a big hug and a short conversation.
My Grandpa was the coolest Grandpa riding his crotch rocket with the red seat...zooming down the streets of MJ. His trade mark to other motorcyclists was a 'beep beep' on the horn of his motorcyle and a jerky thumbs up. It didn't matter if you were just another joe on a bike or a hell's angel...you would get that signal.
Grandpa is a quite man with few words, but a heart full of love...for his wife, his kids, his MANY grandkids and now his great grandkids.
We love you so!
