Remembering Grandpa Walt

Our Grandpa Walt had a laugh you could hear from the end of the street, and a brass pocket watch he checked a hundred times a day. Not because he was ever in a hurry — he just liked to know the time he was having.

The watch belonged to his father first. Walt was nine when he learned to take it apart and put it back together at the kitchen table, his father's steady hands guiding his own.