A Tribute To (My) Grandparents

A Tribute To (My) Grandparents

          I love to watch kids with their grandparents. It doesn’t make sense.  You see, by kids’ normal standards, grandparents should be very uncool.  Their clothes are not the “in” name brand, and their cars are usually more practical than sporty.  They don’t know all the latest hip phrases, and their music selections are more oldies than cutting edge. Even during their teen years, when their parents have suddenly lost all their smarts, kids make an exception for their grandparents. It doesn’t matter that their knowledge of who’s who is decades out of date: they are still awesome. Take my own grandparents for example. My maternal grandfather was named Arvey Stafford (yes, ARVEY, not Harvey, not…