I just wanted to write about how cool my Grandpapa, Paul Staats, was. He was a reporter for the local newspaper. My memories of him are few and precious. He was a ornery coot, but was hysterically funny with his bizarre ways. He would come home from work, and swig milk from the carton, whilst my Grandmama would be exclaiming, "Paul! Honestly!" He
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