Paula pulled out some photos from 2002. This is one of me with our grandson, Kaid Fuhrman. I had just recovered from a bout of leukemia (and a nastier bout of chemotherapy). That's why I have that Obama look - weak and skinny. I'm not one to get into that whole "survivor" thing so I don't ever mention it. But it came; the wonders of a then-great heath care system made it go away; I survived; that and Wheaties made me the man that I am today.