The Three Minute Grandparent

It was the best of times; it was the worst of times.  Not only the opening line to a famous book, this descriptor fit October 26, 1983 for this Grandpa.  Word was received that my Father died suddenly and the world as I knew it changed.  Daddy was my rock, my stability.  He had always been with me and suddenly, was gone.  We had just spent a week with Mom and Dad at the beach, walking swimming, fishing, laughing, reading books to our children…and he was gone, in an instant.  I was devastated, lost, and grieving.  How could I continue to live a normal life? Daddy was thirty years older than me and the past 30 years had always brought an introspective look each October 26.  I knew that one year, I would be my Father’s age…and this is the year, this is the day; an anniversary that has been dreaded and thought about through the years.  I miss my Daddy even after 30 years. Speaking of contrasts, it was the best of times when Grandson made me...

The car is warm as is the outside air, This would be a good time to turn on the AC and spread some joy as I drive.  The car’s weather control moves in a circle, controlling placement of magic weather, from cooling the car’s windshield, to cooling the passengers’ faces and right down to the feet.  I adjusted the knob to cool my face then turned the other knob that controls how fast my face is cooled. The fan control has 4 settings: very little air flow, a little more air flow, almost enough air flow and finally, feeling the blast of air!  I set the fan to almost enough, and nothing happened, nada!  In fact, as I rotated the fan control, nothing worked, until I got to the last setting to which the fan roared to life.  Being the curious person, I backed up and tried all the settings, again, with the same results. After 5 repetitions of scientific research, I concluded that only the high fan setting worked.  Check the fuse?  Yes.  ...