The second thing that had us all strolling...er, cruising down memory lane was that Poppa bought another jeep! Awhile back, when I was about ten or twelve, he bought a yellow jeep for all of his grandchildren to learn to drive. He insists that I learned to drive on that thing, though I sincerely doubt I ever did more than steer while someone else worked the gears. Unless I've suffered sudden amnesia or a severe lapse in muscle coordination since I was ten, I'm pretty sure that the first time I ever tried to drive a standard was when I was repeatedly stalling Bryan's Civic in the Target parking lot a couple of months ago. This new candy apple beauty was much easier to drive though. I practiced driving back and forth down "beer can alley" for half a day before I dared take it into the busy traffic of Sunday-morning Hamlin.
Poppa actually got a few minutes in it in between all the various grandchildren taking it for a spin. He and his buddies took it to the land to hunt. Actually, I don't think Poppa even took his gun. He just sat here on his perch and heckled the guys for all the birds they missed. But he did it in style.