One of my strongest memories of my paternal grandfather, may his memory be a blessing, was the life he made for himself on the Brighton Beach Boardwalk. He never had the chance to meet our kinderlach, but if he had, I’m certain much of their relationship would have played out on the boardwalk. Yesterday, I saw Sheina Shira run around this very same boardwalk, much like my Grandpa did (albeit with more of a high speed prance and dance). She seemed to just take instant ownership of the place, just like Grandpa. Even though he never met her in person, I couldn’t shake the feeling that he was enjoying her yesterday, as we were, watching her so resoundingly taking charge in his long time play space.