"Whatcha thinkin'?" I turned my head and studied my grandfather's profile. He looked so old. In his little brown cap and paisley sweater vest, with his slight hunchback and silky white hair. I'd never spent this much time with him. But now that I lived in the same town as Gramps, my mom had told me I needed to spend more time with him and take him for a weekly walk on Saturday mornings. Continue Reading