Re-read this one. Great piece.
“Do you have a blog, grandpa?” the boy asked, kicking his legs against the stool rungs in the nursing home.
“No, I don’t do much with computers,” the old man said. “We didn’t have them when I was growing up and I guess I just didn’t find the need afterwards.”
The boy considered this. “What was life like for you, growing up? What was it really like?”
“It’s hard to explain,” the man said after a moment. “You’re too young to understand and there’s a lot of it.”
“Then you can start a blog and write about it.”
The man smiled. He pointed at the boy’s open backpack. “What’s that?”
“My social studies book. I got homework. We’re studying biomes.”
“Let me see it.” The man flipped through it, then handed it back. “Come back tomorrow, and I’ll tell you about my life.”
The next day, when the boy came…
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