Have I ever told you how much my grandpa loves ice cream?
When I was little, we took a trip to a family reunion – my mom, grandpa, sister, and I. With no clue who these really old people were, and not very many children to play with, I remember very little of the reunion besides intense boredom and hot dogs.
What I do remember was the journey out to where ever it was we were going. Why? Two things: Continue reading