There’s a subdivision south of Victor where I pick up a couple of cute little pre school kids. All of the street names are peoples names.
One intersection has the names of two of my older grandkids. Christopher is the oldest of the bunch, born on Christmas day, and is a year older then my son Riley, at 26. Shelby is 20 and married to a Marine. I think of these kids every day I pass this place…
In case you’re thinking I must be really old, well, you’re right. Just not that old. I was a grandfather at 39 and I’m anxiously awaiting a new grandchild from Riley and Jessica, and a great-grandchild from one of the sign bearers.
You are just to funny!