<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0mNacsCO8PI/S3Xpp1TzxPI/AAAAAAAAAI8/UP5wXSqLIJQ/s1600-h/grandpa+chuck.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0mNacsCO8PI/S3Xpp1TzxPI/AAAAAAAAAI8/UP5wXSqLIJQ/s320/grandpa+chuck.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437509030013814002" /></a><br />He wasn't known for his culinary prowess, but you might believe so after viewing this picture -- it's one of my favorites.  What he did pass down, though, was a love for photography -- the same love that both my mom and I share. In fact, he probably developed this in his home dark room.  It was the same spot where I spent countless hours building model ships at the butt crack of dawn and marveling at how someone could smoke a pipe without wearing any teeth. Well, dagnabit, he sure knew how to have a good time.  Missing you, Grandpa.<br />1923-2010