This is just a small update. I’ve been very busy as of late. Two weeks ago my grandfather passed away in his sleep. He was 80 years old. It hit the family pretty hard and was an uter shock to us all, most of all Grandma. I hadn’t cried that much since I was a child.

To sum up what I have been toasting at the bar and various other places, if my family were considered a clan, he would be the chief. The grand poo-bah. He’s the man who taught me how to take a shot, play poker, and most of all how to be a Stout.

I miss you, Grandpa. I’ll see ya again someday.