On January 16, 1918, my father was born. Robert David Napier. A WWII veteran, Purple Heart recipient, and career Navy man. He taught me to fish, played catch, and we watched baseball together, which is where I learned the game and learned to like it. In this photo, taken circa 1940, he's in Cuba doing who-knows-what. Sadly, he died in 1977 courtesy of the Chesterfields he loved so much.