Grandpa Saunders

While in San Antonio, we headed to the northside of the city to see Brian's grandpa. He's 93 years old but looks and acts like he is 80 at the most. He works out 4 days a week, still drives, keeps an immaculate house and dresses great (his shoes are spit shined perfectly).

We spent some time at his home and then headed to The Barn Door for dinner. Great authentic Tex-Mex fare. My steak salad was perfect and the fresh baked dinner rolls were a big hit for Jackson and Charlie.

Jackson was really thankful to see his great-grandfather. I was thrilled to talk to him - he was charasmatic about many stories from his life. We sat back and listened to him talk about his life in the Air Force and flying bombers in WWII. He shared great stories about life in Madrid, Spain (where he saw Ernest Hemingway at a bullfight) and flying in the Berlin Airlift. His eyes lit up when we asked questions about when he met grandma (Marie - who passed about 15 years ago). They met at a dance in Concord, MA on New Years Eve. He didn't know why he went to the dance that night - but was sure glad that he did!

Grandpa shared a brillant story about taking his family on a vacation through the French Alps one year. His Packard blew a piston rod shortly into the Alps. They were stranded in an isolated, small french town while the local "service station" mailed away for a new rod (back to the US). Two weeks later - the rod arrived and the car was fixed! It was news for the entire town that a mechanic was able to fix an American car in his garage. Grandpa herded the kids back in the car and headed directly back to Spain. So much for a French vacation!