Last weekend we celebrated a special event.
The 105th birthday of a man my children call great grandfather.
Born in 1907, in Kansas, Ralph Miller started his life as the son of a farmer growing watermelons, plucking turkeys from cedar trees for Thanksgiving dinner, becoming lost in a blizzard in an alfalfa field, and, on one occasion, getting his head stuck in the mud of the nearby swimming hole.
He went on to become a scientist who worked on encrypted communication during WWII. He has 49 patents under his name.
He also helped create all of this joy: