Whenever it comes to nasty grandfathers, it seems that Murphy's law always rules. One grandfather of mine was as kind as kind could be, but my other grandfather was hotheaded and callous. Wouldn't you figure that the nice one died an untimely death when I was still a little kid, but the other one who spread his misery lived to be 95 years old. If life is really unfair, there is your proof for you. By the way, I gave your Steemit article an upvote. :-)