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.”
And that is all there is to say about that.
