Junk in the Trunk

It was a downright glorious 4th of July weekend here in “LaLa” land. We camped away with family and friends.  One of our grandson’s who is about to turn 17 joined in on the fun.  While watching him tower over some of the more vertically challenged family members, I found myself pulling out yet another memory from the vault I keep them in.

A few years ago my husband and I took grandson Mikey to a Seattle Mariner’s game.  Oh but he was excited and I was determined to milk every moment of my super grandma status for all it’s worth.  I had pried my purse strings open (painful as that is for me to do) and actually purchased tickets to something.  However as we trudged up step after step to the nosebleed section I realized maybe I should have pried a little harder on those purse strings.  Sometimes you do…

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