Actually, we never called him that. He was always Grandpa Clapper. Just as my other grandfather was always Grandpa Nielsen. Grandpa Clapper was a genius. Not just smart – a full blown genius. And if the stories about him are true, he was more than just a bit wacky. Like on his way to get
Rose – my new truck . . . installing window treatment in olive room (it’s the little things that count) . . . our expanding Zoom universe Thorn – Covid 19 keeping us from going anywhere Bud – learning more about building clapper.com Related Images:
Rose – Grandpa and Gria Days . . . lazy Labor Day . . . dinner and left-overs from Fred’s . . . Annie’s dressing a minor cut . . . modest success with adding to clapper.com Thorn – frustration with adding a decent photo system to clapper.com Bud – learning more about building clapper.com
Rose – 24 hours with our family . . . mild August weather . . . eating bread from The Family Crumb . . . launching GrandpaLyle’s Notebook. Thorn – separation from our Chicago family . . . missing the opening of my friend, Vince Bryan’s play, How Can I Love You. Bud – learning
Originally posted to ontheroadagainagain on February 5, 2020 . . . in no particular order: Adventure: It’s delivered me safely to all four corners of the 48 states and parts of Canada. Wrap: I wanted to create something unique. And I did. It’s often the opening to a nice conversation . . . or even a delightful
