There are several things that come to mind when I remember Grandad. The first is his dry, witty humor and ornery grin. Half the people in the room or around the table missed his joke altogether - the delivery was so smooth, sharp, and timing was perfect - but if you did get it, you could always catch his eye after and share a sweet moment with him. I'll always remember that look; he was so tickled and pleased. The second is his sweet tooth. There's a story about Grandad as a little guy, no more than 3 or 4 years old I think, going door to door collecting warm cookies from all the neighborhood ladies. At some point, his mother taped a sheet of paper to his shirt that read, "Don't feed Mikey cookies". That was a long-standing joke in our family as Grandad's sweet tooth carried over well into his adult life. As a kid, I remember he always had a jar labeled "Cookies" on top of the fridge, and we could always count on it being full of homemade cookies. A...