Today would have been my grandfather's 99th birthday. 80 years ago, when he was 19, he wrote the following words in a letter to my grandmother when they were dating. He features prominently in my forthcoming book, All The Beautiful Broken Things.
"Well, guess old age is creeping up on me. Nineteen today and life will begin at forty. Boy, I will have a good time when I begin to live. Someday I’ll be something in this old world. Wait and see."