I tracked down my grandfathers grave. It's in the Sacramento Memorial Lawn Cemetery, in Sacramento, CA. He was a World War One veteran and his burial flag hangs on my wall here.

The last time I saw him he was dropping me off on a Sacramento freeway onramp, to hitchhike to Arizona for a professional baseball tryout. The last thing I said to him was Pray For Me, then he went home, mowed his lawn, and died in his kitchen from a heart attack. I never made that tryout, but I made his funeral.

If I ever get to that neck of the woods again, I will pay him a visit.

On a local note, Farmer Katy's cows arrived and she shared them with me, and I will share them with you. They're called Pineywoods, a breed that almost went extinct.