Grandpa Lott was my dad’s dad. Except that my “dad” was really my adopted.
After he quit smoking he always smelled of Wrigley Sugar Free gum, bubble-gum flavor, in the pink pack.
He was always ready with “Grandpa Lott” food: sun tea, kiwi fruit, cookies and biscuits made from tubes, pot roast cooked in a pressure cooker. Every time I visited he’d send me home with zip-loc bags full of each.
Setting aside those confused final days 15 years ago, he never hurt me, unintentionally or otherwise.…