Zeke

Thirty-seven years ago today, Randy and I were working on our last requirement to receive our Master M-Man and Golden Gleaner Awards, and that was to dance in the floorshow at the Gold and Green Ball. It was our last rehearsal, and even though I was nearly 10 months pregnant with a child we thought would have been born three weeks before, and even though I had gone into labor earlier in the day, we went to the practice. Yes, it wasn't easy cha-chaing around the dance floor, but hey, it was nothing compared to squeezing into my little cha-cha costume exactly one week after delivery. But dance we did! And we have the certificates to prove it!

We were absolutely thrilled when our first baby boy was born. We named him after his dad, which we've since decided is not a really good idea. For the first couple of years we called him Zeke. But when other people started to call him Zeke, we decided it was time for a real name, so we called him "Little" Randy. But, how do you call an amazing world-renowned scientist who has exceeded his parents in every way "Little" anything. And so he has come to be known as "Randy the Younger." Happy Birthday, Randy the Younger. Hope you have a great day!