I found a shirt, it was red. "#1 Grandpa", it said.
I wore it out of the store. I thought, "that's a thing to be".
Two dollars, that's what it cost. "Hell, I make that in half an hour", I said to myself.
A hot grandma hit on me. "Hey, I'm the number one grandma!" she said.
"You have a shirt?"
"You have a shirt?"
She didn't. "Sorry, babe," I said.
I thought of my grandson. A pitcher. Great curveball. Nice off-speed. Serious fastball. Into history, World War II especially. A writer, into Kurt Vonnegut, says Huckleberry Finn is the best book he's ever read. His fantasy baseball team is called the "Bare Bodkins."
Johnny. Too common? No, Johnny is good. Johnny Jimenez. What a kid.
"Grandpa Curt, let's make some butter!"
"Okay!"
"I've got some arugula!"
"I've got some Sriracha!"
Alright, the fantasy is a little out there, but I made some arugula-Sriracha butter today, and it was awesome.
Damn.
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