I remember the first time the old age truck got me with a hit-and-run at Christmas time.
It was Christmas Eve. My daughter and her husband were bringing our first grandson over to our house for our Christmas get-together. Our grandson was all of six months old. As they were coming in the door with their arms full of baby, baby seat and baby bag (and some presents, too), it suddenly hit me: “They’re coming to grandpa’s house for Christmas…and I’m the grandpa!” Read More »