Weekends with Grandpa.

I was told my life would change when my grandchild was born!

Didn’t really think much of it, until it actually happened.

Today my grandson is a little over a month old, and already he exhibits some of my traits.
(He likes Classic Disco for one.)

I don’t think there’s a weekend that goes by that I don’t see him.

And play with him. And then give him back to his mother!

Reminds me of the stories my dad’s mom would tell me of how my mom’s dad used to walk all the way from Coney Island to the bakery on Avenue U in Brooklyn just to play with me when I was an infant.

Grandpa, Grandma, and me!

Some things never change!