I Always Thought My Grandpa Was a Simple Farmer, Until I Found What He Hid in the Barn!
I grew up believing my grandfather was the definition of simplicity. He was a man of few words, with weathered hands, sun-browned skin, and boots that smelled of diesel and hay. He wore the same faded jeans day after day, his shirts patched at the elbows, his jacket always carrying the faint scent of tobacco….