George R.R. Martin (grrm) wrote,
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My Great Nephew

Brady is eighteen months old. Son of my nephew Jeff. Which makes him my great nephew, I guess. And me a great uncle. A grunkle.

On my trip east a couple of weeks ago I visited Bayonne and saw him for the first time since he was a babe in arms. What a difference a year makes.

He's a true Jersey Boy. He's already learned that pizza -- New York style thin crust, please, accept no substitutes -- is the one true food.



Don't be fooled by the name. Brady is an old family name, nothing to do with that guy on the Pats. He'll be a Giants fan, I expect, like his dad Jeff.
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