My grandpa wasn't a "kid person." Well, he didn't like me, anyway. Which I always found odd, because I thought loving your grandkids was the main responsibility on the grandparent job description. He got along with my sister because she was older and had an ability to relate with adults. As an empathetic, introverted boy I possessed no such ability. The contrast between my grandpa and I could not have been greater. My grandpa was a Pearl Harbor survivor with arm tattoos. I wa