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When I'm Grandpa
Thursday, Aug 10, 2006 from East Lansing, Michigan
Coffee shops are the best atmosphere for writing. You can eavesdrop on conversations, enjoy a tasty overly priced beverage, listen to some good music, and enjoy conversations of your own. So here I am, at Espresso Royale here on Grand River. It’ll be just one of many coffee shops I visit in the next year as I document my adventure.
Today’s topic… grandpa. One day I’ll be seventy or eighty years old with bleach white hair (if i have any hair at all) and walking with a cane. However… I’ll be able to say, “Grandchildren, when I was just a young restly kid fresh out of college I traveled to all 50 states.”
The movie Big Fish is probably my favorite. A year from now I’ll have all sorts of stories to exaggerate into “big fish” stories. From the people I meet, the things I see, and the adventures I take part in. Ahh… the stories I’ll have. -xo
Posted: Aug 10, 2006 | 159 words | 
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Comment by luluFrom East Lansing, MI
This blog post reminds me of my mother's research project for her Ph.D. She spent several years tracking down the living family and friends who remembered a few obscure southern artists. They would tell her stories about the artists, about their personal lives, decipher handwriting if needed, and in general, just share the artists' life and passions for research. She would also take pictures of the paintings if the family or friend owned one or several. So when I'm in my eighties, I fully expect to have a young college student show up at my door, with a tape recorder and a camera, asking me to tell the world about you. And I want them to take pictures of your pictures, which of course will be hanging en masse on my wall! The only difference is, I doubt you'll be obscure. :)
