Great story-- I had dead (or drunk) grandfathers, so I can't match your story, but I can say that I always wanted a grandpa to hike with me and tell me stories about spirits in the woods!
Fresno was fine-- got to meet the family, and chill at the Fresno Fair. In fact, it reminds me of the town I grew up in, actually.
Insects buzz.
It seems that there's in everybody's life a day, when insects buzzes don't sound the same anymore to you. After that people start calling you an "adult "or a "grownup".
whenever my grandfather took me to playgrounds in japan it was strange because i could totally push the other kids around. either they were too nice or too wimpy for my brash americanism.
Fresno was fine-- got to meet the family, and chill at the Fresno Fair. In fact, it reminds me of the town I grew up in, actually.