When I close my eyes and picture my grandpa, all I can see is his mischievous grin and that unmistakable twinkle in his eyes. I remember the way his shoulders would shake with laughter when he would tell stories from his childhood. That pride in his voice when he told us of the time he had dipped his classmate’s pigtails into his ink jar. I am sure none of the little girls wanted to sit in front of him at school after that. The teachers sure had their work cut out for them.