Gumpy

     Every now and again I catch myself peering out the window, eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly, inspecting the world outside. I scan the perimeter of my view to ensure all has remained contained, accounting for developments both big and largely small. I am my grandfather, Gumpy, staring intently at the front lawn from his kitchen, master of all he surveys. Or, at the very least, a loyal scribe.