My Grandfather’s Haunts
February 5, 2013
Tucson, Arizona is more than just a city to me. It is where I go to commune with my Grandfather. He wasn’t perfect. He was a hit with the ladies and he drank too much. But there was always something special about him, something exotic. He was the tall, mustachioed, bowlegged guy with a booming … More My Grandfather’s Haunts