Respect

A funeral procession just rolled by Spyhouse’s window. When we were driving to my grandma’s funeral years ago, these three little boys stopped their bikes and took off their hats as we passed them. It was one of the sweetest, more respectful things I’ve encountered. I’ll never forget those little kids. I even took off my hat from inside the coffeeshop. 

"You know you’re my favorite grandkids?"-Grandpa

"Larry, they are your only grandkids"-Grandma

vaudeville timing by Grandma and Grandpa Boylton