Don is really a man for all seasons, but Christmas happens to be the last time I saw him. Eighty-Eight years old, he held the Christmas gathering at his house this year, as most years before. Some of his daughters (4) call him Gramps. Baffling reality. This year they got him a big screen TV for Christmas. While younger family members are attempting to set the set up and surprise him, a snag develops in the connection. Turns out, when he returns, the solution isn't a surprise for him. "Digital to digital" he explains. Pretty clear thinking here, problem solved. Later, in the shank of the evening, he needs to snag a two year old that believes derailing a bathroom door might be in order. "I can't let him do that", he explains to me, "I have to put it back on the rail". So practical too. Moving on to the kitchen, his conversation turns to the need for recycling. This greatest generation, World War II vet, hasn't grown more conservative with age as Freud would have predicted, but younger as years pass. I'm proud to know him!
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