Reason to toast my grandfather.

My paternal grandfather came from a one-tavern town. Kashofen. And every time I return to Kashofen, my German cousin Fritz sees to it that I visit the tavern. Because most likely, it was visited frequently by my grandfather. Before he pulled up his roots in Kashofen and sneaked into the U.S. Probably around 1900. When he was 19. To the best of my knowledge, grandpa was an illegal immigrant. Anyway, I'm happy that he came to the U.S. Because he met his true love there. And had three children. Including my father. If he hadn't come, I wouldn't have been born. So I guess it's appropriate. I raise my beer mug in the town's tavern. And toast my grandfather. --Jim Broede