The fruit doesn’t fall far from the tree. Sometimes it lands right on your head.
This past Sunday my in-laws spent part of their day with us. My 70 something year old father-in-law did not blink an eye when told he’d be making his way back home in a dune buggy.
He grinned as he strapped into the contraption and looked as thrilled as my four-year-old son when the loud engine revved and startled our neighbors. With one hand he held on to the rebar and with the other, signed off with a peace sign.
Just like father, son, and grandson.
April 5, 2010