I remember peering over the seat to watch my grandfather navigate the road home. “ Boy grandpa has a lot of friends”..I thought. Everyone that we pass is honking at us and he is acknowledging them with a wave of his middle finger. I was also learning how to drive from my view in the back seat and that meant you need to straddle the white lines in the middle of the road. I made the mistake of telling this story to my mom as an innocent 8 year old and thus ending our the weekly adventures in my grandfathers ‘58 Rambler.

Well now that I am a grandfather its time for me to help guide my grandson thru lifes pitfalls while imparting my pearls of wisdom and worldly knowledge .

ehhhhh!!!…maybe something a bit easier …maybe some really important things that only a grandfather should teach..like..

…how to pee in the woods

…how to spit so that it doesn’t land on your shoes or anybody nearby.

Or maybe i could help him pick his first tattoo….. mmmm…well we will see about that one.

I could show him how a real man survives some random minor landscaping chores and gets his first stitches…wait he has already had his first operation so that one is done.

I gotta leave a few things for mom and dad…

don’t I ???

I’m sure there will be plenty of time for a little tomfoolery and more.

Or maybe some day I can just show him how to make friends while driving down the middle of the road.