Think back for just a second.
Back to a time before you started school.
Briefly share with us the first memory you come up with.
My paternal grandfather, the man whose middle name my father and I both carried but who I called Papa, died when I was 4 years old.
My memory is walking with him – me holding one hand and my younger brother holding the other – to a little store a short distance from his home in the Spring Hill community that is now part of Longview, Texas.
I believe our mission was to buy eggs, and maybe we did, but I remember with certainty we returned with my brother and I each eating a piece of candy.