We've called my grandpa Wilkens "Pop-pop" since we were young, and it doesn't sound funny to me at all, but I know it reminds other people of soda pop, or pop-corn or a nick-name for a puppy. Well, meet my grandpa, John. I love him so much, and you might find him riding a tractor, out in his barn, or helping refugee families get situated in Spokane. Most people know him for a contagious energy and joy, and I would, "Oh yeah!" to those kind of assessments. Meet my Pop-pop.
"It was twenty years ago when we bought this farm and there was junk scattered all over in the yards. There was one particular piece that I saved and this past year I set it up in against my garden fence--it's a sign with a big sunburst on it, was probably an overhead sign at a gasoline station maybe sixty years ago."