I didn't really know my momma's daddy. He died when I was about 3. There are a few pictures floating around around old family photo albums where we look like we are having just a ball. He's a man I see blurry in photos, and not at all in my memory.
But he's also a man that my momma sees in me. When she came up to Boston a couple of years back, I was wearing my vintage safety glasses and a white v...