My grandfather was 31 years in the Canadian and American Navy, and was a commander. He was a story teller, a man of humor, a cat person and a pack rat. Because of wildly dysfunctional things in my family, he was basically exiled from my family's life until 1989. I hate all the time that was wasted with that exile.
The car's in the sidebar now, too, along with a picture of the dog that belongs to his daughter--my mother.