Shout Hallelujah!

When writing for the public one has a responsibility to stick to the subject, write about things of interest to the audience, and otherwise behave in a dignified fashion. But every now and then one must shout, "To hell with all that. I got something to tell the world, and I’m gonna write about it." Today is such a day. As of today, for the very first time, I am, at almost 67 years old, a grandfather! We had just about given up. Seemed like none of our three kids was even trying. That changed nine months ago when son Kevin announced to us that he and wife Shirley were expecting a baby. Today they called to tell us of the birth of Rowan Adam Hood. This is going to be an interesting grandson. Both of Shirley’s parents were born in China. Kevin is the red-headed son of two dyed-in-the-wool, grits-eating southerners. Obviously, this kid will be a genius with great prospects. Kevin is a computer wizard, Shirley is a physician’s assistant. Besides—how could any grandchild of mine and Gail’s not be a genius? Thanks for reading, and please be patient with my literary transgressions. We’d love to post your comments. Please click the comment tab at the top.