Bonding with the G-rents

Made it down to the beach in record time — there’s something very satisfying about driving out of D.C. at 80 mph as everyone is backed up trying to come in for work. Maniacal laughter was present.

Got to the grandparental abode at noon. I was tipsy by 1. (Pulled in just after my grandfather and his retired dentist neighbor left for their weekly lunch & beer at a local dive. Apparently they saw me coming down the road, cause they turned around and picked me up.)

Overheard during lunch:

Retired dentist neighbor: “There’s a lot you can do with a good hacksaw.”

Later, after the beer was running out …

Retired dentist neighbor: “This was one of the worst winters ever. I froze my balls off!”

My grandfather: “That’s OK, he doesn’t use them anyway.”

I love these visits.