Eighty Five.

What he started.  The admired man we call "Gaylord".   Who can't admire the work his hands created?  The great stories he can tell.  The hard work he's accomplished.  Eighty Five is pretty darn awesome. 

And so yesterday he walked into his EIGHTY FIFTH year of this thing we call "LIFE".  I proudly represent this man's name.  Daily.  Proudly.  Craftsmanship created to give  others. The definition of "Custom". 

When I look in his eyes and he tells a story, I often wonder how he really feels at 85.  I've seen him tear up at the simplest of things.  And moments.   I've seen him become stubborn when the world should be so simple.  Only he knows why.  What does he really want to say?  What happiness does he recall of his youth? Meanwhile required to work so hard.  Young.  Experiencing life in real time, as we read about..The Great Depression.  Serving in a war.  I do know he has a kind soul.  Loves his cat Bridgette.  Alot.  Doesn't eat any poultry because his pet "Fred" was served as a family meal when food was completely scarce.  Talk about sad.  He loves his family.  Loves the ocean.  Loves boating.  Loves tinkering on things.   We love him.  Happy Birthday Gaylord.  Keep rocking that great fun, witty, smart way of yours. We look forward to sharing many more with you....Muah XO