Anna Dusseau | 24th April 2020 Grandpa Bob isn’t your average octogenarian. A hangliding, homebrewing, pak-choi-kenobi who only recently ditched the ponytail, he is more likely to recommend a good book or tell a bawdy joke than complain about his joints. Which could be why I called him this week. Floundering in the midst ofContinue reading “Playing on Bombsites: Interview with Grandpa Bob”