I know we moved in almost two years ago, but with the project that we’ve taken on, I’m still unpacking boxes. I’m down to the framed photos. Each photo requires a drill (with Mr. Hammer the drill), a wall plug and then a screw. This is not a huge task, but Zélie hates Mr. Hammer. I’m limited on my hammer time. While going through boxes, I came across a photo my sister Gladys took. Gladys took this picture when taking pictures was all manual. You absolutely had to know what you were doing. I’m not sure how many shots she took, but she was not able to see the outcome until she developed it. In this digital age with all the fancy technologicals, I’m amazed that photographers could do what they do. I love this photo because it reminds me of my childhood as I grew up in a sleepy beach town. This is me grumpy. I would never describe myself as a grumpy person, but there is a lot of circumstantial evidence that portrays me as grumpy. As a child of the 80’s during my Smurf days, I always identified with Grumpy Smurf. I am grumpy here because look closely. You see that Jamie and Cherie both have Fireball Roller Derby roller skates while I have size 9 ladies metal wheel skates. The Fireballs roll smoothly and fast. The metal wheels are clunky. With the giant size, I could get nowhere fast. Oh Cherie and Jamie were so smug with their fireballs. I kept at it though. I didn’t let my metal wheels hold me back. Much later, i finally got some skates with fancy ball bearing gizmos. Oh was I fast. After “all skate” at the rink, I did the races. And I won. All those years with metal wheels built muscle and strength. Give me the ball bearings and I was off. No one could catch me. A few loops of speed and at the end … a free eight ounce Coke. Victory never tasted so sweet.