Some of you are thinking, "Wow! George looks good for 96, must be all the exercising!" But he is not the Pap Pap to whom I am referring. I'm referring to the person who Karen and I affectionately called Pap Pap, Joseph Sharp, Dad's father. If he were still alive, he would have been 96 this past Saturday. He taught me how to fish and was the first person to tell me how brave I was when I snagged a fishing hook in my back when I was 5. A few other of the countless fond memories that I have of my Pap Pap are sitting with him on his porch swing having a sip of his Rolling Rock beer, helping him get weeds out of his garden, and of course, the now infamous Sharp wave. I'm sure if he were to here today, he would proudly tell each one of us "You're no dummy!"
At top is a picture of Pap Pap and myself at Spark's in 1972.
Below is what is believed to be the first video ever of The Sharp Wave, taken in 1964.
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