During my late Epic work career, I had lunch with my grandpa. I loved it. I always had a tuna melt with mayo. He always put the  tuna melt and the mayo in the wrong bowls. I laughed because I thought “How did he pull that off?” After I ate, we painted. I loved to finger paint. I still do. He built me a table for painting with a turning wheel. That didn’t work so we went to a cardboard cut-out shaped like my tray and that worked better.

*Time for closing bonfire and rhyme time