my grandma on my fathers side
and my granpa on my mothers side
in june my cousin posted this photo of my mom’s dad on her facebook.
and it reminded me how classy my grandpa was.
he was a college football coach and a math and science teacher.
he was born in Canada, but rumor had it that he had Cuban roots.
one thing i know: he had his ish together.
he called me boy. i liked that.
he also had a riding lawn mower and a german shepard. the dog had a dog house in the back, and the mower was in the car port.
he lived in georgia.
i didnt blog yesterday because i was busy setting records at the los angeles times, a job i believe he would have been proud of me for getting.
he and my grandma had two kids: my mom and my uncle.
my uncle was tall and cool and had a deep voice. he was a jazz dj in the south.
he drove a camaro or a z that had an equalizer that lit up. i dont remember hearing him play anything but slow jams in that car
and wearing the coolest clothes.
in many ways he was the predecessor of snoop dogg.
how my uncle came out of my very straight laced and proper side of my family is a baby miracle, but not really i guess
he was just rebelling, trying to find his own path, living his unique life.
just like the rest of us.
the more i got to know my grandpa, the less square i thought he was. and he really did know football.
after he watched me play once he was driving me home. it was quiet in the car.
he said, you know you can always quit.
im pretty sure i smiled and said awesome.