Backgammon and Blues
I don’t remember which year my grandpa Lee Guy Johnson died, but it was close to 30 years ago—long ago enough that dates didn’t matter; not long enough that I don’t remember. I loved playing backgammon with him and cooking Hillshire Farm Polish sausages with him on the BBQ while my grandma and the “ladies” were inside making cakes from boxes and pea and peanut salad with “the tasty zip of Miracle Whip!”. We all come from somewhere specific; a certain place and moment in time… My g...
