Standing on the shoulders of giants

Well, I’m officially a grandfather. Nobody asked me if I wanted to be one, they just up and made the decision without me. Behind my back. And now I have to learn how to be one, a good one, because I’d hate to be the kind of grandfather all the little kids are scared of, the Scrooge of all things grandfatherly. That will be my fate if I don’t buckle down and learn from all the grandfathers who…