Today I came across a photo of my Grandpa Otto. He is in a sports bar, standing next to a wooden chair with his name, “OTTO”, painted in all caps on the back of the chair. He is an older man in the photo, but his hair is oiled and he is dapper in his collared shirt. He looks like he may be drunk, but maybe I just know that he probably was so I am reading into his loopy grin. On the back of the photo, someone has written “The Man from Moline”. I had no idea my Gramps was called that by his drinking buddies, and this bothers me. Sometimes I am jealous of his friends from the bar.
The photo was too blurry to post, but I like this photo of my Gramps. And I really like the idea of my Grandpa being known as the man from Moline. Otto. Otto was the man. See that guy? That there is the man from Moline.