Even though my Grandpa Doc is no longer with me today, his signature anecdote will remain forever.
             As we would sit on his front porch, swaying back-and-forth in his gazebo, the ageless story would reinvent itself time after time.
             They arrived in his driveway on a hot summer afternoon in 1962. The knocks coming from the front door startled the forlorn young widower. A novice inventor at the time, he put away his current contraption and answered the door. He was bewildered to see that the guests, instead of friends or family members, were of Japanese descent. "Different looking?...yes, conspicuous...no." He would always say. The discreet people muttered in their best English to my grandfather, "Would you like to have your driveway black-topped for money?" My grandfather unswervingly gave his consent. Grandpa Doc has always been commended for his intellectual and imaginative inventions, but that mechanical answer branded him as stupid to future generations.
             "When may we start sir?" They asked my grandfather in guiltless voices.
             "Well, I suppose now would be as good as time as any." He replied. As my grandfather walked back to his apparatus, he saw the foreigners running to and fro to their Toyota pick-up truck. Grandpa Doc had been taking some notes on his gadget when he heard another, softer knocks coming from the exterior. He jammed his book in his chest of drawers and got up once more to answer the unattended door. This time, it was one of the Japanese women, unaccompanied, who was the source of the noise. "Yes?" inquired by grandpa. The woman then gesticulated, pointing to her stomach. Grandpa saw that she was pregnant and nodded with a sigh. The woman then said in the most inarticulate words grandpa had ever heard, "May I please come in and rest?" Grandpa unhesitatingly granted his permission and led her into his bedroom with the instruction to r...