Jack Sullivan

Best Birthday Ever

It was supposed to be his best birthday ever. Pap-Pap, my Grandfather, was turning 75 and I thought I had the perfect gift for him tucked in the envelope inside of my jacket. My Pap-Pap, he was the kind of guy who believed in hitting first and asking questions later. Built like a five-foot tall wood-burning stove, he possessed an agility of mind belonging only to the young-at-heart or the young-in-body. Make no mistake: he was most definitely the former.