Short Story

Even though my Grandpa Doc is no longer with me today, his signature anecdote will remain forever. As we would sit on his front porch, swaying back-and-forth in his gazebo, the ageless story would reinvent itself time after time. They arrived in his driveway on a hot summer afternoon in 1962. The knocks coming from the front door startled the forlorn young widower. A novice inventor at the time, he put away his current contraption and …

…hear my grandfather yelling back on the other side of the receiver, “What!” “Yes, I’m not lying, they’ve been taken from you and sold!” hollered back my mother. I could go on and tell you all the details, like how grandpa decided not to sue, but I think it is better left unsaid. It goes without saying, that “pregnant” Japanese woman outsmarted my Grandpa Doc for more that any blacktop job was worth.