Since there are some dead grandpa stories here I’ll toss my story into the lot. One of the things I loved about mine was his dry understated humour. Imagine him sitting in his chair while he quietly drops hilarious one-line responses to the nattering of a houseful of female kinfolk. No one but me, the attentive…

What I don’t see a difference between is Kim Davis and my co-workers who refuse, due to their religious beliefs, the requirements of our job that include working on Sundays. My co-workers don’t seem to mind that their being extra-holy requires my being more frequently forced to break one of their commandments.