Always looking to solve a problem, make the deal. We worked together 11 years but more the last 3 and became close. He was a true friend and I will miss him very much.
Grant used to come visit the KG house in Austin, and he would cook Texas sausage. I was lucky enough to be invited more than once. He smoked Texas sausage better than any Texan. It was so crumbly juicy good. How does a Floridian learn to do that!??? Love you Grant!
What a beautiful tribute ❤️ The more I learn about Grant the more I can see his legacy continue with you, Kristen, Gretchen and each of his dynamic and strong granddaughters. I’m so sorry for your loss. All my love to you and your family during this time and always, friend.
This isn't that great of a story, but I feel like no one is going to want to be the first person to write something, so I will.
Grant taught me how to drive when I was 15 on a 1973 VW bug, (a casualty of my first car accident... but that's a different story). The bug was a standard transmission, so naturally learning to drive on it was not simple. Grant and I would spend Saturdays together in the parking lot of Hollywood Hills elementary, while I tried to figure out that exact balance between the clutch and the gas, but mostly just sent the VW bucking back and forth like a wild horse.
I think it's safe to say that while Grant didn't mind teaching me to drive, I don't think he enjoyed these sessions. Since his preferred teaching style had elements of trial by fire, most of what I learned was by making mistakes, which unfortunately for him meant he'd have to suffer alongside me, not-so-silently sitting in the passenger seat.
By the time it came around to teaching me to parallel park, his style had not changed, but his action plan had. The VW was sidelined for this task. I had enough trouble just driving it, so instead he would park Reanie's Chrysler LeBaron in the grass on the Longfellow side of the "Swiss Cheese House." He placed two large trash cans at either end of the car, with about 6 inches in both the front and the back. He handed me the keys an told me to get into the driver's seat. "Come inside when you figure it out," he said.
Now some kids might buckle under this kind of challenge, but I was too strong-willed and stubborn to do anything short of exactly what he had tasked me with. It wasn't pretty and it took me the better part of the day, but I learned to parallel park that car in the tiny space he gave me. In fact, I became so proficient with it that even into adulthood, I've developed a reputation for it! To this day, I have friends who hop out of the driver's seat and ask me to parallel park their car for them, when a tough spot presents itself.
Just a few months ago I started teaching my oldest daughter how to drive. It's not easy. Often I find myself frustrated, not knowing how to find the balance between trusting and letting go. A few months ago, I called him to ask for advice. "How'd you do it, Grant?" I asked. "How'd you teach me to be such a good driver?"
He was quiet for a second and he said. "Don't overthink it, Kristen. You're a good parent, and a good driver. You'll figure it out."