Joel calls his grandfather “dad” and always has. I think its endearing, because I used to call my Grandpa “dad” pretty regularly too (I’m not sure why… I guess because there were so many aunts & uncles around, that’s just what he was referred to as the most).

Anyway, on our last visit to North Carolina we were able to all go fishing together at a small pond full of big fish. Dad is the sweetest old man you’ll ever meet, and we had the best time… he laughed with delight every time someone got a bite!

Doesn’t he look a bit Clint Eastwood-esque in this first photo?