2d ago
inA messy old journal had me eating my words about town history.
Yeah, it's wild how family stuff can flip the script. Found my grandpa's old toolbox in the attic last year, stuffed with letters and ticket stubs... turns out he wasn't the quiet homebody we all thought. He followed some blues band all over the state for a whole summer. Completely changed how I saw him, and my dad was totally shocked too. Makes you wonder what else we get wrong about people.