Thursday, September 01, 2005

File under: personal, not political

The other day, my wife's grandpa (my grandpa-in-law?) Joe was visiting our baby son, who looks a lot like him and who Joe absolutely ADORES. Joe is about the sweetest, friendliest guy you'd ever want to meet. Here's a picture so you can see what I mean:


Anyway, as he was saying goodbye to his great-grandbaby, he squeezed Henry's chunky legs and laughed, then said (in an Italian accent) "Boy-oh-boy, what a bruiser. I sure wish I could live long enough to see him play football."

Sigh. Life is too short.