While visiting my hometown last week I saw my Grandfathers old office during a drive through downtown. I could see the name out of the corner of my eye as we drove past. I have been down there hundreds of times and this time I didn't expect to see what the construction revealed. It appeared to be original paint with the company name, our family name. We had to turn around.

With everything on the front of the building missing but the door and nothing inside except for an old desk, I couldn't help but think about my Grandfathers presence. To see through the front and see the desk there, I was in awe thinking about him. Thinking about the community he lived in, the people he worked with and the era he ran his business.