StCapps wrote: Mon Oct 07, 2019 12:33 am
My Grandpa's name was Cesare Augusto, he went by Che for short at work, then the WASP's he was working with thought people were saying "Jake" sometime during WWII, and that stuck for the rest of his life, and he went by that ever since.
Oh my American grandfather, who was in the RCAF, he was the opposite of my grandma, he was the quiet husband with the loud obnoxious wife, he barely said much at all, he liked trains, he had model trains in his garage, he would hang out there, he was fascinated by trains, the classic train set guy.
It's funny one time they got liquored up, so they start laying into my dad, and my dad starts egging them on, so they both like come at him, like they're gonna lay a beat down on him, meanwhile my dad is huge, but these two were both going to slap him around like when he was a kid, and my grandad goes to punch my da and misses and hits her instead.
Socked her right in the eye, and she starts wailing "he hit me, Lorne, he hit me!"
And he had a smirk on his face, "he didn't hit you, I did!" like he finally got a shot in on her was enjoying the moment. lol.
Meanwhile I'm watching all this as a kid, they're not even paying attention to me, it's the three of them going at it and I'm like the fly on the wall, which even at that age I was thinking, these people are fucking weird. lol.