We were supposed to be installing a new hardwood floor in the duplex apartment near the old downtown.
My grandfather and I were looking down at our shoes at the planks below them trying to figure out what we were going to do.
"So how do we want do this?" I asked.
"We'll do it the easy way first because your grandma will be in here soon and will find some way to do it better than us," he said as if he had already told himself this a thousand times.
And so two guys went to work, not taking the easy way, as it had been suggested, knowing in a few hours the boss would still be by to tell us how to fix properly.
And that is who my grandmother truly was.