The Nice Roger

I have been married to a very nice man for a very long time.  His name is Roger.  While Roger is very supportive of almost all my endeavors, including blogging, he would rather I did not write about him to excess.  Or, for that matter, at all, but that’s not going to happen.   He has graciously allowed me to tell one story, about a conversation he once had with his father, Ray, about his grandfather, David.  I’ve always felt that this tiny tale says a lot about Roger as well.  Apples seldom falling far from trees and all that.

Roger remembers getting a phone call from his father, Ray, whom he called Pop, containing the following exchange.  Roger’s grandfather would have been in his 70’s at the time.

Pop: “Somebody tried to mug your grandfather at the subway station.”

Roger: “Is Grandpa all right?”

Pop: “Yeah, he threw the mugger down the stairs.”

 

Grandpa David Brooks1
David Brooks, noted tough guy

And that is all there is to say about that.

 

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