Today would have been my father-in-law's 86th birthday. His dad was a German immigrant, and his mom was just one generation removed. Little did Kyle and I know that five years after graduating from KSU, getting married, and the birth of two children that his dad would succumb to cancer. In the scope of everything, I didn't know him very long. But he was a great father-in-law and thoroughly enjoyed the kids. We weren't always done with wheat harvest for his birthday, so sometimes celebrated later, usually with an outdoor barbeque. Happy birthday, John.
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