Day 11 - Childhood Memory: Grandpap came in the door from work, sauntered over to his favorite chair, and then yelled, "Who gets to take my boots off today?!" My sister and myself would come running. If our cousins were there too, it was a real race to see who had the privilege of taking off Grandpa's boots. If they had an unpleasant stench, I don't remember it. I'm sure they must have though. Grandpap worked long days for CalTrans (road work for the state of California). I spent much of my time at my grandparents' house as they lived next door to us. Grandpap kept me full of liverwurst sandwiches and ice cream. I can still hear him saying, "Goddammit." He used that word in so many different ways, I don't think it was a swearword to him. I was only six when he died. It's a shame in so many ways. I hear he was an excellent storyteller. I'd like to have heard about his time in the Navy. He served in both Korea and Vietnam. Grandpap, I miss you and I thank you for your service to our country.