I grew up in a city just outside of Edmonton, St. Albert. So I watched NHL games with my grandpa. I watched a lot of games, back then it was called the Smythe Division, and it was just Calgary, Edmonton, Vancouver and Winnipeg.
So George Burns and my grandpa took me to my first baseball game.
My grandpa was the one; he started taking up golf when I was about two and introduced me to the game as far as just taking me to the driving range where I grew up playing. That was really all he had to do was let me hit a golf ball and kind of fell in love with it from there. He didn't really have to teach me a whole lot or anything.
My Grandpa Tony was a legend in our family, and also in his own mind. There's no end to the tales of his exploits.
It is certainly accurate, as it has often been said and as his letters reveal, that Grandpa supplied his tenth college reunion with alcohol in 1922 at the height of Prohibition.
My grandpa was a preacher.
My grandpa has always been the tech-savvy one of the family.
I wanted to be able to tell my grandkids one day, "Hey, your grandpa ran into a burning building and survived."
I am an old geezer: a grandpa kind of a guy. I was born October 19, 1931. I have gray hair, a beard, and a little pot belly. I have two children who are over 30 years old and a sweet little granddaughter who is 11 years old.
I'm so much fun. Every kid wishes I was their grandpa! I'm the Motor City Madgramps.
The best gift I've ever gotten... My grandpa gave me a Polaroid camera when I was younger. It was awesome!
