Saturday afternoon, my grandparents and I set out on a "city tour" of downtown Tucson. Our main goal was to find the memorial statue of my great-great-great-grandfather, Captain Jefferson Hunt of the Mormon Battalion. On such a beautiful sunny day, it wasn't too hard to find. He's the guy sitting down.
Now this may look like a normal memorial, however, as I was approaching, I noticed red all over his fingers. Blood? Why? What was going on here? Go ahead. Take a look.
Oh my gosh! Did somebody REALLY put red you-know-what's all over his fingers? That's NOT funny! That's disgusting!
Well what was funny was this...
Should grandpas REALLY be climbing up a huge slab of cement to remove a plethora of nasty red condoms from statues? Isn't that something the young spry granddaughter should be doing? Not this grandpa. You go old man!