My Grandpa Bud, the reason for my love of the Cubbies. He was a man of few words, but you could always get him gabbing about the Cubs. If there was a game on, he was watching from his recliner, or listening to the radio while working in the garage. I am the only family member that carried on the Cub love, and hope that my boys enjoy them together the way we did. I was 16 in, when he passed away, just a few months before Harry. The only thing I kept of his, was his old mesh back Cubs hat. I pulled it out of its safe place for the World Series.