I remember sitting at the dinner table, listening to these stories over and over again, and I never got tired of them. My brother and I loved asking him to retell his stories all the time. I wanted so badly to experience the same kind of hilarious stories for myself, and I really saw my youth orchestras not as a place to compete to be the best but a space where I could find comradery and fun.
As you can see, I still love these stories. I will probably tell my kids about their crazy grandpa one day.