Let me tell you a little bit about my grandfather.
He was never a, shall we say, sophisticated man. He was roughspun, and rough around the edges. But he had character. When World War 2 started up, he ran away from home and lied about his age to go over to Europe to fight. He was just a kid. Unfortunately (or fortunately?) for him, he ran into someone who just happened to be from his little neighborhood in Delaware over…