who cares?

SOME COMMENTS FROM MARCH 2012 PHOTOS THAT MAKE YOU THINK
This photo of George Joseph Hartman, my grandfather, our grandfather, to me is the quintessential photo of who he was to me. There is everything here. His cloths, his car, his posture, that face, the cigarette, stamped out cigarettes surrounding him. His loaded pockets, that CLASSIC station wagon, parked in the Westfield alley behind his third floor apartment with the wooden steps leading up to them. Grandpa had a certain way of letting his tongue hang out of his mouth sometimes. But really…who cares? My relationship with him…….zero…..I was petrified of him. He seemed too quiet and mean. His cigarettes stunk….his tongue hung out like an animal. Like almost ALL of our grandparents, uncles, aunts and family….he died before there was time for anything!!! Why does it seem like most of my friends had all their relatives for most of their lives? Even their parents ARE STILL HANGING AROUND!! But who cares?? When i saw this photo while thumbing through the literally hundreds from our history in Jaybirds (Robert Jones) home in Las Vegas, I got so excited. I couldn’t stop looking at it because I had to….there was SO MUCH in those photo albums … but WHO CARES? Why do I even put these things in the blog. He’s dead. Nobody hardly remembers him. He was my fathers father. WHO CARES? I think I’m just wasting my time with all these dead people. WHO CARES what they did, who cares what they looked like? Several people have told me I’m a fucking idiot for caring….so really….W H O C A R E S????????