Taking a shot of one of his (and my) favorites for my grandpa Ivo tonight. Had a hard time trying to figure out what to write to describe him since many of you wouldn’t know I was talking about a grandfather by calling him Ivo. He passed 17 years ago today, so almost all of you never met him. But even though he’s been gone so long, the time we had was special. My cousins call him “pops,” but I never really did. He wasn’t a grandpa, grandfather, or granddad to me—he was Ivo. The cigar-smoking, whiskey-drinkin, kind hearted badass. Cheers, Ivo.