This was written simply because I am a grandfather. I mourn the degradation of our culture and society. Despite growing up in a highly dysfunctional childhood and becoming a ward of the state for a time, my life was so much easier than what our children now face. People are not as kind. Simple pleasures are no longer affordable. Broken homes are common. Predators are everywhere as our legal system treats this incurable pedophilia as casually as shoplifting, setting these animals back on the street. There are no longer authority figures to be trusted. What grandparent would not like to take their grandchild back to 1956, a far more innocent age? This is a warm story. It is meant to be nostalgic, though semi-biographical. Yes, the interaction between the grandfather and his grandchildren is one I enjoy. This is a simple tale of time travel, which hopefully will generate some fond memories. There is a reader out there that gave me the ultimate compliment. He wrote me that “he keeps the book on his nightstand and reads the same chapter every night before going to sleep. It simply makes him feel good.” This is one I hope all ages can enjoy.