I miss you so much, Grandpa. I remember that you let me try my first taste of beer (yuck); when you greeted me, you hugged me so hard, I thought I might not breathe again; you loved dried papaya and would always get some during your visits to Barstow Station; the way you played the organ and you didn't mind us kids playing it also; your laugh and how you would hold your side; the time you show...