My Grandpa Myron was a global communicator before the internet existed. Back in the late 50s and 60s, he was deep into ham radio. His callsign was K0CRD. He'd spend hours turning dials, fighting through static, waiting for the right atmospheric conditions to bounce a signal off the ionosphere and reach someone on the other side of the planet. And when he made contact? He'd send them a postcard. By mail. Across oceans. Think about what that took: → Building or buying specialized equipment → Learning Morse code and radio protocols → Hoping the weather and solar conditions cooperated → Writing out a physical card and mailing it internationally All to say "hello" to a stranger thousands of miles away. Today I can video call someone in Tokyo while walking my dog. A kid in South Dakota can play Fortnite with teammates in Brazil in real-time. We don't even think about it. It makes me wonder: what will communication look like 75 years from now? Will our grandkids laugh at how "primitive" video calls were? Will they experience conversations in ways we can't even imagine yet? I don't know the answer. But I do know this—the human desire to connect hasn't changed. Just the tools. Thanks for the inspiration, Grandpa.