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A Weekend Being Pop Pop

My greatest pleasure in life is being allowed to be a grandfather to a girl who has none and whose father is a ward of the state. Her name is Emma and she turned three while I was in the Windswept West. I had heard stories from her grandmother Megan about what “a handful” she was, that she was “too much for her mother” and had her mother “at wit’s end.” Emma had missed me quite a bit, to the point where I was being used as a carrot when I walked through the front door into three generations of estrogen mist and heard, “If you aren’t good you won’t be able to go to the store with Jim.”

After Emma cried, “No, Mo-om-mee-ee-y,” as I took off my boots and dropped my pack her eyes lit up in defiance at the site of her aged co-conspirator and she growled, “Me find a way!”

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LaManoJanuary 17, 2019 4:16 PM UTC

James, your writing does a lot of good things for people and I hope you do as much of it as you can, but I think that the most important thing you can do, as often as you can, is to continue to BE A POSITIVE STRONG MALE INFLUENCE on the life that little Emma. I've got two little granddaughters myself, and it's IMPORTANT! There are so few positive male role models left. Even a little Pop-Pop time will have a lasting effect ...