Entries by Edward Byrnes

My grandfather didn't talk much but when he talked to me, he usually wanted to know what I had in my pockets. One time I pulled out a small live frog and a couple of swords made by placing nails on the railroad tracks then waiting for the train to press them flat. As I sit here remembering I can see the back of my grandfathers hand and the upper part of his forearm. I remembering asking him about the orange colored spots on his skin and he told me they were age spots. I remember the hair on his arm about the same color as the age spots. I look at my own arm and know that his age spots are the same as the sun damaged spots on my skin.

One thing I can still hear my grandfather say to me is, "Be a good boy, Ed.".