7. Big Papa

We are spending the weekend in Paso Robles. So this is the first post on the road so I have no idea if it will work - wish me luck.

I was poking around my uncle's winery and I happened across tonight's photograph. I came around the corner and was hit with an instant memory. My Grandpa, or as the girls call him Big Papa, was suddenly present even though he died years ago. At first it may seem like a mess, but at closer study there is an insane logic to this wall. I remember hunting in his garage for trinkets as a child. The center was packed solid and the walls were lined with tons of junk. We could get to everything if you only knew where it was.

So here was a work bench at my uncle's that could have been my Grandpa's. Did Tom set it up to mimic his father's work bench? Or is it something deeper like genetics that drove this insanity? Where does our sense of visual logic or taste come from? Is it learned, inherited, or both?


None-the-less it was great to see Grandpa again.