It’s nice to be thought of,…
… I think.
My phone rang just before quitting time today. It wasn’t the credit card scammer from the Virgin Islands who had called earlier, but two grandchildren from New Hampshire.
There was a possum in their yard.
I wrote a book called Possum the Awesome for our grandkids a couple of years ago.
Now, when they see a fat, smelly possum, they immediately think of Grandpapa.