My grandfather was a giant of a man with a great sense of humor. He was a fisherman who lived in Venice, Louisiana, and lived a very hard life. He was huge, weighing in at about 280 pounds. He also wore a size 15 ring on his big calloused hands. I called him “Pawpaw,” and during my early childhood, there was no one who I looked up to more than him. My Pawpaw loved to eat oranges, and one of my earliest childhood memories is of me sitting in the palm of his giant hand and being lifted high into the air to pick oranges from a tree.