My Grandpa Jesse died this morning, and I just found out (yes, I will answer my phone more regularly in the future so as to avoid voice mail news ...) He was 95.

I think I met him twice. His children never had a good word to say about him. We never had an actual conversation (he didn't seem to like children much). But he must have had friends, and his second family probably was fond of him. I'll bet he did interesting things when he was younger, & had stories to tell. Perhaps he had mellowed with age ...

Here's to you, Grandpa Jesse.