Okay, really it's a picture of my grandfather and me, my step-grandmother, Arlene, and my mom. But if I make it big enough to see clearly, it won't fit on this page.
|Laurie Pratt Sisk, Fred W Pratt, Arlene Pratt, Sandra Pratt|
I had spent a lot of time on that side of the table with my grandpa on weekend afternoons when the grown-ups would play cribbage. My grandfather had the patience of Job. And he could multi-task a hand of cards, a cup of coffee, a cigarette, and a granddaughter on his lap making non-stop commentary on pictures she was looking at on a Viewmaster. And he always behaved as if everything I had to say was totally interesting.
My grandpa was The Bomb, baby.