When I was growing up, I vowed that I would never become a grumpy old man like my grandpa Eric. But here I am, at age 75, grumbling about things just like he did. Illustration credit: Adobe Stock I remember how he would complain about getting short-changed in minnows or nightcrawlers he bought at the bait store, the disrespectful boat fishermen who came too close when he was fishing from the bank, or the lack of patience we kids had when we fished with him.