What great black sheep stories! I don't have anything close to what some of you have. My grandpa was a horse trader, a car trader, a poker player and a general roust-about. I was his little partner in crime. He used to take me to places he shouldn't and always told me not to tell Grandma or Mom. LOL Especially his poker games and he wasn't supposed to smoke cigarettes because, being a fireman, he had emphysema - well, he smoked anyway, and I was always sworn to secrecy. The thing I'm mad about is that he didn't teach me how to play Poker! I went to so many "behind closed door Poker games with him). He used to take me to the horse track, used car lots, and I'd hang out with all the men - probably wasn't a great environment and would be frowned on today but I had a blast. I got my love of horses and cars from our adventures. His nickname was "Honest Sam the Used Car Man". Hahaha He got me my very first car - from one of his car buddies - it was a year old and SO cool!!
Funniest story - I got a speeding ticket right after he got me my Chevy SS BIG ENGINE car (wonder why I got a ticket?) and he said, "give me that ticket!" He marched himself right up to that policeman's front door and the guy probably tore the ticket up just to get rid of Poppy. He wouldn't ever take no for an answer. The next day, he said "DO NOT get another one!"