memory picture

On a cold winter day, about two in the afternoon on the shore of Lake Superior, my grandfather and I were sitting on the top his driveway all bundled up in our winter jackets sitting on his massive yellow bulldozer. I loved to ride on it when he cleared the snow from his driveway. If you think of it, using a bulldozer to clear snow probably isn't the most practical thing, but when you have a driveway that would take three plus hours any other way, it's reasonable.  At the time, I was about 3 years old, and it was shortly before he passed away. I chose this picture to write about because its the last memory that I have of my grandfather.