Grandpas Red Devil Box

Where is grandpa’s red devil box? Each grandchild asked this as we entered the home. It was a box grandpa had teased us with since we were young. We all wanted it. There was only one of course. He used to chase me around with it, Barry told us. I wet my pants once when he told me what it could do, I said. Story after story came out. We laughed until we were crying. It was the one thing we all had in common with grandpa. Some of the stories were immensely silly. Some made us howl. We never ran out of them. Grandpa’s devil box stories got us through the day. And through his funeral without tearing our hair out.