The Grandpa Tim Files

No, this isn't me, it's Mark Twain but I thought the picture fitting

No, I’m not actually a Grandpa. Far from it. Actually I’m 23. Unfortunately I’m also a Freshman at St Cloud State University who lives in the dorm. So, for all effective purposes I am a grandpa, at least around here. How did that happen, you ask? I don't know. I have always been a little behind the times. Oh well, at the very least, it's a little better than being a 24 year old freshman. Besides the fact, being older than the majority of the people here gives me a certain perspective on college life that I think I would have otherwise overlooked.

I’ve compiled these stories more for my own benefit than anyone else’s so I don’t want to hear any shit. The way I see it, it won’t be too long before I really am a grandpa. I am already positive that I will be one of those old guys that sits on his porch in a big comfortable rocker, spinning yarns to the unfortunate neighbor kids that happen by. These memoirs will hopefully do their part in prohibiting my own senility from reducing me into nothing but a blathering idiot. At least, not any more than I already am. Although if anyone actually reads these stories and prevents the same stupidity from occurring in their own lives, more the better.