After the excitement wore off when I first heard I was going to be a grandfather, I wondered if I was destined to be a loveable old man who wore a little fedora with a feather and plaid Bermuda shorts with calf-high dark socks in sandals. Or, if taking after my family lineage, it was time for me to get in the role of ‘Papa’ and eventually start having a garden with zucchini, fava beans, tomato plants and other vegetables like both my grandfathers had when I was young. So far, a little less than two months into it, I’m still a guy in jeans or cargo shorts with my Tommy Bahama or Corona sleeveless shirts and there’s nothing growing in my backyard except grass that the dogs haven’t torn up yet.