The little girl screamed “That’s My Grandpa” while police pinned biker down thinking biker was kidnapping that child. My daughter watched her grandfather get slammed to the ground in front of hundreds of people because someone decided a man in a leather vest couldn’t possibly be related to a little girl in a pink fairy dress. My name is Rebecca and that man on the ground is my father. He’s sixty-seven years old, a retired ironworker, a Vietnam veteran, and the best grandfather my daughter could ever ask for….CONTINUE READING IN BELOW