It's no real mystery why I am in to the things I am in to.
Here's some pictures I've had kicking around for awhile of my Grandfather (My father's father).
I had this big long story I was going to tell about him & this Indian in Panama during World War II, his friendship with Cab Calloway, his love of Carl Perkins, how impressed he was with the Stray Cats when Built For Speed came out & his daily driver in the 60's that would pull the front wheels off the ground but it would have been too long & probably boring to all (both) of you.
Instead, I'll just say that I wish he where still alive today.
Of course, if he was, he'd probably be banging on the coffin lid screaming for help.
Is that in poor taste?