TERRE HAUTE — Generally I can’t say enough good things about my grandson Joey … except for that one black mark on his record.
One of my two grandsons who are certifiable geniuses when it comes to computers (certainly not heredity working here, at least not from me), he’s a great husband and father, a valued teammate in any family game competition, has great taste in music and is kind and respectful to his elders.
Which is why it’s really hard to get mad at him from time to time when that failure of character comes up.
Prepare to recoil in horror, because Joey works on automated answering systems.
There are a few things that bug your mild-mannered reporter from a small Midwestern newspaper as he reaches curmudgeon status, but the two that are generally at the top of the list are slow drivers in the left lane and lack of humans on the phone when he needs help with something.
(Fortunately for us all, he usually doesn’t make calls for help while driving.)
And as the Amey summer vacation approaches, it should be all of Joey’s good qualities that help it become a success, assuming I get the ticket snafu straightened out.
Tribune-Star sales may plummet in late July, because frankly I can’t see a great vacation column coming out of the two weeks I’ll be away from the desk.
We’re not going anywhere glamorous (unless you count Brunswick, Carmel, Reelsville and Indianapolis), and we’ve got enough family stuff going on that it would have been hard to plan something anyway — not that family stuff is a bad thing.
Today we’re sort of in Brunswick, a wide spot in the road between Cedar Lake and Beecher, Ill. Good luck finding that on a GPS, and we’re actually a few miles down the road from Brunswick (suburban Brunswick?) for the annual Jung family reunion, softball marathon and never-ending meal.