92 and Counting:

grandpa1

This is RCP1. He is a solid 92 years old and still kickin around and making a fuss.  I am Robert Carl Paetz III, barely 30, but if my namesake is anything to go by, I have a solid 60+ years to go to check out all the awesomeness in this world.

Today my father (RCP2), wife and I headed out to seal beach to introduce Felicia to Grandpa. Up until recently he and his wife lived in Prescott, Arizona and I have seen very little of him in the past couple of decades other than a crisp $5 note every Christmas.  So in the spirit of reconnection, we bought Grandpa a 6 pack of German beer (more on that later), some potato chips and brought his wife some flowers.  Felicia and I spent a couple hours chatting and showing him our wedding pictures and taking the obligitory RCP/RCP2/RCP3 shots that are required whenever the three of us unite.

Now the beer story.  I guess a few years back he went in for his annual check up with his doctor and the doctor did the normal physical checks (breathing, weight, heart rate, etc, etc) then started asking questions “Do you smoke?” “No” “Do you drink?” “Well yeah… a man’s got to live, I have a couple a day” Grandpa replied.  The doctor then told him that whatever he is doing is keeping him in tip-top shape and he needs to keep doing it, so Grandpa may be one of the rare people in the world prescribed “…not one, or three, but two drinks a day.”

Gotta love that.

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