He’s been called “Woody” his whole life, but I’ve called him Grampy for all of mine. He is an icon of reinvention. Growing up, he didn’t say much and kept to himself outside in the garden most of the time. When my Gram passed away 6 years ago, he was a wreck. He took her ashes on a cross country road trip and when he returned he was offered a place to stay with his daughter in law in Las Vegas, NV. With her guidance (and sometimes prodding), he became a dancing, story telling, Bunco night hosting, globe trotting man of the world. In the last six years I have gotten to know my Grampy like I never thought I would. He’s been to every state in the continental U.S. most of which were in his 1968 VW bus. It turns out, my adventurous spirit comes from him. My world is a much better place with him in it. He is my personal hero, who is yours?