Monday, September 29, 2008

Charles the Great

Grandpa, Granny Karen and a whole new batch of FEMA deployment tales have arrived.

He's got a van named Jeremiah, a GPS named Maggie and the last surviving collection of patriotic marches on cassette. If you're really lucky, you'll get blow-by-blow accounts of the very best Pensacola dining experiences and which store in town has the best price per pound on ground beef.

You know, for those times when you're there and need to know that stuff.

It's all part of his charm. Really.

2 comments:

sandee said...

Hope your journaling all those pearls of wisdom! One day it will be fun to look back and see what he said.

susan opel said...

Your dad is so proud of you! It was written all over his face and in the timbre of his voice! :)