This man is my Grampa Robbie, my dads dad. I realized recently that I honestly have not spent as much time as I should with him over the years, so I asked him one day if he would have coffee with me and let me photograph him. And without any hesitation he immediately jumped at yes!
I knew he was an impressive guy, but the longer we spent talking over coffee at McDonalds, the more I loved learning about him. I learned that he has lived his entire life on the same street (mind you the street only has about 20 houses), and that his fathers house is 2 doors down. I learned that my father went to Scotland with his father. I learned about his favorite types of music, and about how the old Green Monster seats at Fenway were literally just scafolding. Grampa Robbie is 100% Bostonian, accent and all. I love it.
His memory is unbelievable. He remembers not only every apartment he lived in, but all of his roommates names, landlords names and years he lived there. He remembers when Boston College was just a small local school and when Boston’s T system wasn’t a complete mess.
I could go on and on, but just know this man is a great Grandfather, father, son, husband, and friend to a whole lot of people.