In the month of September, I was fortunate enough to get a little break from the adventure that is Denver, to visit my home in San Antonio for my Grandfather's 90th birthday.
Here is to the man, who was always available to answer my hundreds of questions as a curious youth, the softball coach who took my Grandma and I along to softball games every Sunday (which coincidentally sparked my fascination for the night sky and the game of pool), and the man who could be counted on most every morning to be up and working in and around the house before the sun came up. He taught me the importance of persistent, hard work and I am forever grateful.
Happy Birthday Mikey
