June 1, 2022
“You coming grandpa?”
Those were the first words I heard as I lay in bed at 6:43 a.m. on a Saturday morning. Arti was at the bedroom door ready for an adventure.
When Arti’s mother was little, she was my adventure partner (she says she still is), willing to spend a day hiking through a salvage yard looking at old cars, or driving to the end of the earth and back to look at a car, or just about anything else. She was quick to volunteer. Now, Arti is going to be three soon, and...
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