As we would sit on his front porch, swaying back-and-forth in his gazebo, the ageless story would reinvent itself time after time.

They arrived in his driveway on a hot summer afternoon in 1962. The knocks coming from the front door startled the forlorn young widower. A novice inventor at the time, he put away his current contraption and answered the door. He was bewildered to see that the guests, instead of friends or family members, were of Japanese descent. "Different looking?...yes, conspicuous...no." He would always say. The discreet people muttered in their best English to my grandfather, "Would you like to have your driveway black-topped for money?" My grandfather unswervingly gave his consent. Grandpa Doc has always been commended for his intellectual and imaginative inventions, but that mechanical answer branded him as stupid to future generations.

"When may we start sir?" They asked my grandfather in guiltless voices.

"Well, I suppose now would be as good as time as any." He replied. As my grandfather walked back to his apparatus, he saw the foreigners running to and fro to their Toyota pick-up truck. Gran

I could go on and tell you all the details, like how grandpa decided not to sue, but I think it is better left unsaid. It goes without saying, that "pregnant" Japanese woman outsmarted my Grandpa Doc for more that any blacktop job was worth.

About twenty-five years later my mother was reading Consumer Reports. I was doing my homework at the time, and the next thing I knew, my mom was yelling hysterically for me to hand her the cordless phone. I unwilling complied and listened to my mother apprehensively dial up the unspecified caller. "Doc!!!," was the first word to come out of her mouth. "You are never going to believe this!" she said deafeningly. "They've been sold! One of your inventions is in Consumer Reports!" I swear I could hear my grandfather yelling back on the other side of the receiver, "What!" "Yes, I'm not lying, they've been taken from you and sold!" hollered back my mother.

After two hours of cleaning his workbench and evading his work, grandpa heard a knock coming from the door, which lead to the upstairs. "It was the Japanese workers." He would tell me, while I hung on to his every word. They incoherently mumbled, "Sir, we are done." In response, my grandfather said, "okay" and walked up the steps. "I would like to inspe

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