driving through indiana and northern ohio is boring as fuck. no offense to anyone who lives there, but damn.

speaking of, i had to go to this little town in ohio today. for a funeral. my grandpa iven died monday, and his funeral was today.

grandpa iven was a pretty cool guy. did you know that he single handedly won world war 2? he did. well, at least that's what he always told us grandkids. truthfully, he was stationed over in the pacific.

grandpa loved to tell stories. he could just sit and talk all day about how life was lived when he was a kid. he wrote a genology book about his family. its long and rambling, much like talking to grandpa himself.

he used to own a pizza place in madison wisconsin. he had damn fine pizza. his place was even named the best pizza in madison. arnold swartzenagger (sp?) even ate there once. he signed a pizza bag for grandpa.

he drank his coffee black, loved to cook, built a house out in the woods of missouri, loved to garden, and would always take me to the st. louis zoo whenever we went down to visit.

i miss him lots.

i love you grandpa.