Even though my Grandpa Doc is no longer with me today, his signature anecdote will remain forever. As we would sit on his front porch, swaying back-and-forth in his gazebo, the ageless story would reinvent itself time after time. They arrived in his driveway on a hot summer afternoon in 1962. The knocks coming from the front door startled the forlorn young widower. A novice inventor at the time, he put away his current contraption and …showed first 75 words of 875 total…

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