January 2011
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Remembering the Real Mick
My Grandpa passed away on January 12th. He would have been 96 yesterday. One summer, he played this song for me (Stevie Wonder’s I Just Called), in between some Tennessee Ernie Ford and country classics, while he drove me through my family’s hometown of Monticello, Indiana. Always up for hard candy, a snort of brandy, some KFC, and a laugh, Papa John - or Mick, as they called him at work - had a...