"Grandad, what do you want to Christmas?", my oldest great grandson asks. I know it is not fun for him to write. He is a high school graduate and now works fulltime at loading and handling frozen foods. "Fifty lbs. Is not what it used to be,"
"How about taking some photographs of yourself working?"
"Grandad, I want to keep my job. We are in trouble if our phones are even in the workroom."
I try to think of something that would show me a little of his life and his world.
He breaks the silence: "I will buy you some chocolates."
