Kiss My What?

My sister, Dede, just sent me a reminder that nine years ago today our grandpa died. Nine years. He was an amazing grandpa and Dede and I loved him a lot. I remember getting the call that he was in the hospital, Dede drove down from college, and we were both in the room when he died. My grandpa could fix anything, recorded everything, loved photography, had a bad-ass record collection, looked great in a v-neck cardigan, always carried hard candy in his pockets, had no sense of direction, always smelled a little like a garage, taught me to put relish in tuna salad, had the softest, most worn hands, he was magical, the way you would want a grandpa to be.

So a shout out-to Guido, we miss you.