A Doorknob Makes a Good Hammer
“So is this grandpa’s ‘golden golden’ birthday then?” My son looked up from his pre-calculus textbook at the kitchen table.
“A hundred and four on the fourth. I guess it would be,” I answered.
My grand-dad celebrates his 104th birthday today in Minneapolis. I’m missing it because I don’t want to be credited with passing on to him whatever infectious crud has taken my legs today.
Every year, Grandpa Al gives his Birthday Speech. Usually an hour long, it features jokes, stories and sage advice from one who’s seen over a hundred years worth of the ongoing cycle of personal and cultural progress and decline. And it always includes head-scratching expressions like “a doorknob makes a good hammer, if you can’t find a screwdriver.”
I’ll miss hearing that speech and taking part in the highly competitive Willingham Pun and Sarcasm Festival. So I pulled up this audio clip of Grandpa telling one of my favorite stories from his teenage years.
Happy birthday, Grandpa. We love you.
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