I carry my grandfathers with me today. The pocket watch belonged to my father’s father. He was a farmer and worked for years in the Fischer Body Assembly Plant in Lansing. The little car on the watch face was the plant emblem. The money clip belonged to my mother’s father. He was a World War II army vet and salesman. I knew these men mainly through stories told by my family. But I also know them because I see the strength related in those stories in my parents and in me.
Today is a testament to my blood. My genes. My Ancient Ones.
2 years ago
Marta and I have a game that we play when we’re in the car. Whenever we see one of these license plates, one of us asks, “Is it a white guy?” And so far the answer has always been “Yes”. Not saying there’s nothing to complain about but it always a white guy - just saying.