Today my grandfather, Popeye as we called him, would have been 90. Dude.
It’s funny how we give our grandparents odd nicknames when we’re really young, and then they seem strange to everyone else but perfectly normal to us. It wasn’t until I was about 20 that I realized that there aren’t too many other grandmothers out there called NeeNaw.
Just shows how my grandparents are extra unique!
Surfing the Inner N8 
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