And happy birthday to my wife of 25 years, a girl from the coal camps of southern West Virginia who, despite her love of science, is still trying to understand why someone gets so excited at seeing a new boat or bridge or dam or sunrise or sunset or litter or dead fish or anything else on, in, over or beside the Ohio River.
It's in my DNA. That's all I know how to say it.
I'm glad she's managed to put up it with it all these years and, we both hope, many, many more. The fact our two-year-old granddaughter gets excited at the sight of a bridge or a boat gives me hope my DNA lives on.
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