Gramps is 89.

A little belated, I know.
One week ago my gramps, the infamous gramps, turned 89.
Yep, 89.

We celebrated the weekend before at the Horse Track where as family ranging in ages 10 to 89, we gambled, ate pizza, enjoyed Tanqueray & Tonics and gambled some more.

Now that he's 89, with a renewed driver's license in hand and many admirers at his feet, gramps says he's going to relax.

xoxx