While at the Carwash I noticed the soapy water gathering under my car. It was a familiar texture, and after looking at the picture for a while I realized, it reminded me of the soft wrinkled skin on the back of my Grandfather Norton's weathered hands. My Grandpa was a hero to me as a little kid, so experienced, so knowledgeable, the things those hands had built and done always intrigued me!
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