Found out this morning that my grandfather, James Horton, Sr., passed away. The passing of a loved one usually brings on sadness, but not when I think about this man. I NEVER saw him complain about having a bad day. He worked for decades at the Steel Mill. I’m convinced he started the “pay day loan†industry as he told me that was his “side hustle†way back in the day. Other than the one time he bought a Jaguar, he swore by Cadillac, buying one regularly and taking care of it like it was a newborn baby. I saw him retire and plan to drive across the country only to have to care for his wife, refusing to get home care, and learning how to care for her himself. He often remarked I paid more for one of my cars than he paid for his house. I remember buying him a VCR, and later DVD player with all the westerns he could handle. He bragged about having “three girlfriends too many†and charmed any woman in his presence. I tried to get him to move to Arizona, but he said it was "too quiet" and he couldn't sleep without the noise, hustle and bustle of Chicago. He lived 93 fun-filled years, and I often told him I wanted to live and be like him. (My request for $5 was derived from him, who would often pull out a wad of bills asking me for $5.) He’s in Heaven now, hanging out with my Mama and Grandmama, charming everyone there. I miss you already. Thanks for showing me how to embrace the “good side†of life and not sweat the nuances of negativity.-Your Grandson Tony