Ramblings from the Ol' Broadcaster

As I lay down for the night I am still reminded of something that happened today that is keeping me from sleeping. I was in Walmart getting some items for the house. As I was walking around I noticed this older lady with her granddaughter. I know this was the case because I heard the youngster call her grandma. Apparently the young girl found her job of the day to speed her grandmother up through the store and roll her eyes every time grandma was trying to tell her something. Grandma was trying to teach her granddaughter a few things about shopping. The granddaughter was too busy texting her friends, snapchatting and listening to what sounded like 8 cats fighting in a broom closet. This got me to thinking about my Pa Rube. My mom’s dad. He was a mountain of a man. His hands are still the biggest hands I ever saw. I loved my Pa Rube and wanted to spend as much time with him as I could. Because Pa Rube liked to teach me things. And when Pa Rube told me to do something, he tol

As I lay down after a long drive back from NYC I have a few thoughts I want to jot down before I sleep.  Our family just experienced a wonderful and well needed vacation.  We spent time in Philadelphia, Atlantic City and New York City.  I am firmly convinced time spent with family is the most important investment we can make on earth.  The time I got to spend individually and collectively with Tina, Tori, Tucker and Mason are times I will fondly cherish. I was reminded during this vacation just how incredible my family is.  My wife is an amazingly patient and loving woman.  I know she probably didn’t want to drive 45 minutes out of the way to watch an independent minor league baseball game or take the subway in New York as much as we did, but she didn’t complain.  She is a born organizer knowing where everything was in each piece of luggage we packed.   My wife exemplifies what Peter wrote when speaking about wives he said, “Don’t be concerned about the outward beauty of fancy hair