My stepson and his wife Carolyn and his two year old Sam and his infant daughter Camila just spent a week in Guerneville, great for kids. One morning they were at a coffee shop and Sam said, “There’s Grampa Wowell.” My stepson was confused as he knew I was in Oakland. Sam pointed at a copy of the Press Democrat on a table. “There’s Grampa Wowell,” he repeated. He was looking at my mug shut in the PD. He had no idea what a newspaper is or what sports writing is or what sports is, but he saw Grampa Wowell and that made him proud. Be still my heart.
Jerod Brown
I’ve lived in Guerneville for all of my twenty-one years. I wouldn’t have traded it for any other place. I’ve grown up with some much diversity and thus I’m so tolerant of others, in many ways. I work at a small coffee shop/ice cream restaurant during the summertime when I’m not primarily in Santa Rosa. If your stepson happened to stop in, I hope we showed him and his family a good time.
September 2nd, 2012 12:23 am
Frank in Minnesota
…amazing what the little things can do to make our hearts glow! Nice story Wowell….!!!
September 2nd, 2012 7:56 am
Dr. Feelgood
If this is your first, welcome to the club, it’s the best. Now, go forth and fulfill your duty; spoil the grandchild, then go home.
September 2nd, 2012 6:30 pm
CohnZohn
Dr. Feelgood, I have two grandkids. Thanks for your kind thoughts and, yes, I do spoil them.
September 2nd, 2012 6:37 pm