It's a bit sad that kids have this habit of "growing up". Interests change. Fortunately, both you and they retain the memories.
The granddaughter is growing up and am not sure how much longer she's gonna continue hanging with this ole fuddy dutty. And her brother is just 5.
BUT there's this group of kids who walk past my garage (aka shop) door every day after school . . . . . a few are beginning to stop in to see what's going on. So, maybe there'll be a different snot-nose kid trailing along with me at next year's TN, Marshall, or MoJam. The beat goes on!
