I’ll always remember the first piece of advice Grandpa Bill gave me.
“Always make sure the guys you’re with wear a rubber,” he said. “You don’t know what kind of women they might have been with before you. And women, they have all kinds of diseases, you know, down there.”
I was eight, maybe nine at the time, and it stuck with me.
A few weeks before he passed, he told me that “prison is the only real social security there is.” I’m still trying to figure that one out.
That’s Grandpa Bill for you right there: leaving you something to ponder.
