I lived far away but whenever I visited I knew I could expect my Grandpa to take me to breakfast at the airport and to give me as much sherbet as I wanted. I will always remember running downstairs in my pajamas in the morning and seeing him sitting in his chair, leg out, with his cherry tobacco filled pipe and reading the paper. He would look up, give me a wink, and say "Well hello there cutie. I love you!"
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