My mama visited for a couple of weeks in October.  As we drove back from the road trip South, in the Valley, the boring part, I asked, randomly, if grandpa Sasha, her father, went to college.  Grandpa died while mama was pregnant with me, so I didn’t get to meet him.  Heard this and that about him, but not much since I’ve grown up.

Here is what she told me. Continue reading “About Grandpa Sasha” →