I was thirteen the last time he talked to me. Like most youth at that age, I wanted to be anywhere but listening to an old man. He would talk about days gone by, days to come, and how there was no place he could smoke cigars anymore. And how Jack Johnson was the greatest heavyweight boxer of all time. Always with peppermint buttercream candies and whiskey on his breath.
He has not talked to me in over twenty years. I would give anything to have my grandpa talk to me and to smell whiskey and peppermint on his breath.
He has not talked to me in over twenty years. I would give anything to have my grandpa talk to me and to smell whiskey and peppermint on his breath.
