All of which gives me an excuse to post this picture of said grandson.
I particularly like this one because someone, presumably his wife, caught him without his characteristic smirk. It's a thoughtful pose of a young man looking out to sea. I could weave a whole story about an Irish lad imagining what his life might become in America. But since this lad was born in Phoenix and grew up in Colorado I think I'll just leave well enough alone.
By the way, his name is Russell but born, as he was, with bright red hair I've always called him Rusty. The red seems to have disappeared from the top of his head but still clings to his beard.
