Ace, seems a little pompous eh? O contrare my friends. It's taken 5 + years but I'm starting to get it down pretty well.
What did you call your grandparents. Think about the catch phrase names you used.
I had a boring set of Grand Parents on my dad's side and a boring set of Gparents on mom's side. In reality the only difference were the names.
My dad's side, Grandpa Wayne and Grandma Francis. I also had a step Gma on that side. Grandma Chris. Never really knew Wayne and grandma Chris. Grandma Francis was the only one I really knew. She lived here in town, first with her mom. Grandma Jolly then with my dad's brother Uncle John and his wife Aunt Donna. John and Donna were cool drunks. Let's just say they drank, alot. My first sip of beer came at the opening night of Smokey and the Bandit at Crest drive-in. Uncle John hooked me up. He also beat the crap out of a guy that wouldn't leave Aunt Donna alone. He was a bear of a man. BIG! 5'6' 350. When he had his heart attack the Dr said "John, we would like to see you get down to 270. Big dude. Not surprising he was a drunk. Grandpa Wayne, his dad, owned a liquor store across the street from an Indian reservation in AZ. He made big bucks and rolled into town twice a year bearing gifts. Big gifts.
They were cool but no moniker to get excited about.
Mom's side we had Merm and Bop. Yep, Merm and Bop.
Bop was cool, he was a demolition expert of sorts. He was the lead guy when they blew the whole to build I-435 buy Bannister Mall. You can see the drill marks to this day. Saturdays at that time were absolutely freaking awesome.
I could take 1 friend. We would ride in Bop's truck. I remember the smell more than anything. Sweat and blood. He worked damn hard and his truck smelled like it.
He would check all the blast charges with my friend and me sitting on a hill. After the charges were armed and set he would come back to the "Hill". When he got back to the "hill" he would hand me the detonator and I would twist the handle and the hills would explode. That was pretty damn cool when you are 7.
After the blast we would go look for fossils in the rubble. Damn my friends were impressed with Bop.
Merm, Merm was nut's. she was so tight her butthole puckered. Every Thursday, trash day, she would pick us up in her red station wagon and we would go trash pickin'. Fun when I was 7. Embarrassing when I was 12. She did upholstery so she would look for solid frame couhes and such and have Bop go pick them up and she would refinish them.
They are all dead now. The only one I cried over was Bop. Merm called Sharon a whore because she took a bath at 10 at night and told me to my face that my dad was an idiot and the biggest mistake my mom ever made was marrying him. ROT IN HELL Merm! Bop had bypass surgery on his neck because the Dr. said you will never see grandkids if you don't. He stroked in the hospital and never came home. Merm didn't even come to my wedding. She lived 7 miles away.
So back to Ace.
When Sarah was extremelly prego. We were sitting at the kitchen table. (see previous blogs) That's where we sit. Dad what do you think Erin should call you when she gets here.
I pondered, thought about Wayne,Bop, Merm Francis and said " I will be Ace".
Ace it is.
