I changed my username
It probably doesn’t make much sense to you, so I’ll explain. Today, October 1st, is my Great Grandpa’s birthday. He died several years ago from old age at ninety six. If he were alive now, he’d be one hundred and one.
A century and a year.
My great grandpa was the coolest guy ever. He fought in World War two and I think he was stationed somewhere in Australia and then later in France or somewhere like that. He hated my name, Madison, because it was weird to him, and, because he was so old, it was hard to remember. So, he called me Wisconsin. How that was easier to remember is beyond me, but the name stuck with him, and when I think of Great Grandpa John, I think of Wisconsin.
So, happy birthday, grandpa. I hope you’re rockin’ out up in heaven. :)