Grandpa is a pirate...

I went and visited Grandpa today. I forgot how stinking funny he is! First of all, he had the coolest shirt I have ever seen, and he said I could borrow it. He does weird, corky things like use a whole roll of packing tape to tape the ground in the garage. He walks miles around 3 fountains east picking up garbage and pinecones. He just bought some gold presidents coins in the mail, and we took a look at them, but you have to wear the special gloves that come with them so that the oils on your hands don't damage them. The world would be a better place if we were all like grandpa. He is one of my biggest heros.