Happy Easter!

Love you so much!

Pop pop


Bye for now

Hi, Princess!

Well, Leslie, I’m losing my internet service again. Please don’t think I’ve forgotten you. That will never ever happen. You are in my thoughts every day. As I’ve told everyone, you are my heart.

Whenever I get internet again, I’ll write to you. I promise!


Pop pop


Hi, Princess!

My darling granddaughter, I love you more than life itself. There’s been a lot of hateful talk in the world lately, and I just wanted to share a bit of what I tried to teach your mommy.

We should all celebrate our differences, and we should embrace all that makes us the same.

There has never been, and there will never be, another you. By gender, heritage, experiences, and any one of a hundred different things, everybody is different from everybody else, if you combine everything that makes a person a person. At the same time, we are all human. We are all people. We have a million more things that make us the same, than things that make us different.

No two snowflakes are identical, but they are all snowflakes!

Anyway, I’m not trying to tell you what to believe, that’s not my job. All I can do is tell you what I believe.

And always remember, I love you very very very very very much!


Pop pop

Happy New Year!

Happy New Year, Leslie!

Well, the new year doesn’t officially start until 12 o’clock midnight, but it’s close enough. People countdown from ten and when they get to one and it’s exactly midnight, everybody yells Happy New Year! A lot of people go to parties, and sometimes they kiss someone right at midnight, and it’s a whole big thing.

Oh, and for good luck, some people yell Aardvark! because it used to be the first word in the dictionary. I guess there are a lot of stupid traditions.

Anyway, Happy New Year!


Pop pop

Friday, December 2

Hi, Princess

I’m so very sorry that I haven’t written in such a long time. I wasn’t feeling well, then my computer got all messed up so I had to buy a new one. The problem is that when you are poor, you can only afford cheap stuff. Cheap stuff doesn’t last very long, so the poorer you are the more you have to spend money to replace the cheap stuff that you bought.

Please don’t grow up to be poor. The more money you have, more people will like you. The less money you have, fewer people will like you. I know it’s not fair, and I wish it wasn’t true, but it is true more likely than not.

That’s one way I let your mommy down. I never made enough money for your mommy to go to college or all the other things rich people get.

But no matter what, I love you. Very, very, very much!

Love, Pop pop