Call me Mack

Growing up I had one solid male role model in my life and that was my Pawpaw, William Mack Walker. Pawpaw was just always there no matter what. The things I remember most about him are some of the meanest things he did to me.

I was staying at his house with him one summer when we had the squirrel incident. Grandma Walker, who was my great grandmother who I called grandma, had this huge chestnut tree in her yard and I loved to climb it. I was the best climber of all the kids and could even pick on my older cousin and run away straight up that old tree. Well, like I said it was a chestnut tree and can you guess what is attracted to chestnut trees? Nuts. No. I mean squirrels. I wanted to catch one of these things so badly and I just knew that Pawpaw would know how, he knew everything. I went inside and asked him and he just smiled and explained it all to me. I should have known when he smirked that this was a bad idea.