I talked to my grandpa tonight. He’s a funny guy, and his sense of time helps put my life in perspective. He wanted to know when I was going to visit my brother, Dan, in Colorado.
“I don’t know,” I said. “It would be nice to go during the summer, when it’s really hot here.”
“Yes, that does sound like a good idea,” Grandpa said. “I wouldn’t want to visit in the winter and have to ski down one of those mountains.”
“Me either,” I said.
“Maybe 60 or 70 years ago,” Grandpa said. “But not now.”
I shut up because I really don’t have any good excuse after hearing his.