Today is my grandfathers’ birthday. I always thought it was special that they were born on the same day, albeit eight years apart. And so often their birthday fell on Thanksgiving, making it even more special. I owe a lot of who I am to both of these men. Grandpa Lewis passed on to me my love for the land, farming, hunting, and – most importantly – how to tell a good story. Grandpa Champanois taught me to be fiscally responsible and to give generously. Both men lived by a strict moral standard of treating others with respect and standing on your own two feet. Neither one was perfect, but both were exceptional. I love you, Grandpas. I’ll see you again some day.