No, these girls are not Grandpa Irv. A few months before my grandfather passed away, I went on a trip to Italy with my grandmother, uncle, and cousin. My grandfather begged me to take pictures of the beautiful Italian women for him so he had something to enjoy while at home.
Irv was a wonderful, loving, and caring dirty old man.
I still have dozens of these women on my computer and will always think about him when I see these pictures.
I have so many fantastic (and concerning) memories of my grandfather
and there is no way I could include them all in a blog post, so I created a list of the top 5. Both the naughty and the nice will be included. 
5. I visited my grandparent’s house with a friend in middle school and because of this I think I may have lost this friend. My grandmother was about to go to the movies to see Sex in the City with my mother. As they were leaving my grandfather screamed out…
“Instead of sex in the city, why don’t we just have sex in the house”
I threw up a little in my mouth and my friend looked shocked. I will never forget the look on his face.
4. My grandfather would watch every Ravens game and no matter how good the team was he would always say, “Flayco sucks”. He just didn’t understand that his name was Joe Flacco. My grandmother now always jokingly calls him Flayco when discussing the “stupid game”. I miss my grandfather putting her in her place about our Ravens.
3. I was sitting at dinner with my grandparents the night before my Bar-Mitzvah. My grandmother got up to walk to the bathroom and my Grandpa Irv proclaimed to the table…
“Look how slow she goes. She’s slow walking, she slow talking, and she’s very slow in the bedroom!”
I got nauseous just writing that.
2. I went on a trip to Canada with my grandparents and uncle when I was a goofy 11 year old boy. In Quebec the teenagers were very comfortable making out in the streets. After my lightweight grandfather drank a beer, he sat with me on the corner and we laughed at all the kids kissing in town. It was so much fun and something I will never forget.
1. My grandparents stayed with my brother and me in Florida for a week when I was in 3rd or 4th grade. My parents were on vacation somewhere and left us behind. Classic. I remember being pissed off at my parents for leaving us behind with the grandparents to fend for ourselves.
My grandfather walked in the house with a suitcase in one hand and a case of Coke in the other with a huge smile painted across his face. We had a great time. I remember in particular just us two sitting on the back porch drinking Coke and talking for hours. He told me incredible stories from his experience in WWII that left me amazed. We talked about the war, his life growing up, his jobs, and America in the 30’s, 40’s and 50’s. It was a great night, and my fondest memory of my late Grandpa Irv.
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