‘Oh, he thought his life was over’ “You know, the first time I saw your grandma, I just could not get her out of my head,” said my grandpa, Tom Jobman as he sat on their porch with a toothpick in his mouth, drinking his scotch and water. “How old were we, Rhonda, when we first met?” asked ...PLEASE LOG IN FOR PREMIUM CONTENT. Our website requires visitors to log in to view the best local news. Not yet a subscriber? Subscribe today!