My Favorite Man

It's funny, even as a little girl I can remember my grandfather coming into a room and people would notice and the ladies, they would smile at him.

He had it. Whatever it is, he had it. Still does.

He has this confident ease that he walks the world with while holding a shot of whiskey in his right hand. His eyes brighten when my grandmother walks into the room. Still wears his vintage levi's and snap button shirts. He told me once to be kind to men because broken hearts happen and why not be nice along the way.

And most impressive, out of all the stories he's told in his life, I have never heard him speak ill of anyone.

Do me a favor, next time you got a shot of whiskey in your hand, give a little toast to Kenneth Lee.

He's my favorite.