This is Mr. Grubbs. He’s Grandpa to me, Pap to many, and Clifford officially. He’s loved by everyone who knows him. And apparently if you go with him to Lambert’s at 8:30 p.m. on a Friday night, complete strangers will pay for the meal. She was a friendly stranger though with long, pretty reddish hair. She walked right up to Grandpa while we waited with the masses on Lambert’s porch.