A few days ago I posted an old picture of Grandpa [see below]. Grammy saw it and told me a story:
We were livin' in Circleville, Ohio and I was takin' the kids to town. Russ was five, your momma was four. It wasn't far... oh... maybe ten or fifteen miles... (hah!) so as we were walkin' a milk truck stopped and picked us up. Now, I taught your momma never to take rides from strangers but we all piled into that cab and your momma looked at that driver and said,
"You ain't gonna hurt us and you ain't gonna try to kiss my momma are ya?"
Ha! That cracked me up! Thanks for the story, Grammy!
