Thursday was my Grandpa's 95th birthday. We drove all the way to Idaho for the big celebration. There was lemonade and carrot cake. It was a wild time. I was waiting for the old guy to get nekkid and dance on the table but that was his behavior in 1930. I think he's grown out of it by now. There were cousins, aunts, uncles, great-uncles, etc. that I haven't seen in decades. I vaguely remember playing kick the can with some of the middle-aged people in the room. Grandpa's a cute old guy. His girl-friend who is one year younger than him got tired and had to go home early. All of Grandpa's golfing buddies have died off on him so he's recruiting younger partners; say someone in his mid-70's.
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95 years old, that's great - happy birthday to him..
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