A picture tells a thousand words

As follow-up to my last post about my grandfather, I wanted to post this photo that came in the last years of his life.  It perfectly captures everything that embodied him and how I remember him.  He always wore a huge toothy grin when he wasn't snoring in the recliner.  He started wearing trucker hats when it was quite unfashionable to do so, which he kept them on the wall of his bathroom.  He was always wearing a polo shirt with khakis and white socks pulled up with tennis shoes (too bad the photo is cut off for that gem!).  And, he was always eating a cookie that most likely my mom had made for him.   This was my Papa: