My grandfather passed away last week and after the memorial service we all went to their house. It was a nice time. Growing up my grandparents would have little petty zoo's, go carts, pony rides, and slip-n-slide days. So keeping with tradition we got out the go-cart (I think somebody actually took it from Mark's house but since he won't talk to anyone who cares - to get mad that we "borrowed" it he would have to talk to us). The boys had a blast. I resisted the urge to go buy some helmets, pads, and bubble wrap! It seemed like a good way to remember my grandfather.
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