As we have discussed previously, my grandpa, my mom's dad, was for all intents and

purposes a drill sergeant.

He was a marksmanship instructor primarily in the Air Force, but dude, dad took his

work home with him.

I think would be a polite way to say it.

I love my grandpa.

He was awesome.

I miss him terribly.

But dude was pretty assertive in terms of how he gave instructions and he definitely

had expectations for us grandkids as to how we would pull our weight.

And he had expressions, lots of expressions for what pain he was going to inflict on

us little pukes if we didn't get things right.

And one of the ones that I would hear him say a lot is you get over here and do this

saying, I'm going to box your ears.

I don't totally know what earboxing is, but I also definitely know that grandpa never

actually did that.

He was never physically hard on me at all, but man was he intimidating.

He would get up in your grill, like drill instructors that you've seen in movies and he

would get after you pull his hat down real, real low so you could barely see his eyes

and he'd walk real upright and he'd just articulate with his hands and point and talk

about crappy work when he saw crappy slip shot.

That's lazy garbage right and I'm like six, maybe not six, seven, and he would do that.

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