Words Are Puzzling
By MR aka Naila Moon of the Grey Wolf
I sat across from him and watched him carefully. These were only brief periods of time that I was privy to. I knew not to disturb him because to do so would break his concentration.
With his favorite pen poised in his hand, he wrote the words deliberately, only pausing momentarily to think upon one or another. The words flowed from him rather quickly and for that reason, I was so often amazed.
He looked up briefly, smiled at me and said, “Words are puzzling.”
He then returned to his diligent and tedious work.
After all, Grandpa was the king of the crossword puzzles.
