My stepson and his wife Carolyn and his two year old Sam and his infant daughter Camila just spent a week in Guerneville, great for kids. One morning they were at a coffee shop and Sam said, “There’s Grampa Wowell.” My stepson was confused as he knew I was in Oakland. Sam pointed at a copy of the Press Democrat on a table. “There’s Grampa Wowell,” he repeated. He was looking at my mug shut in the PD. He had no idea what a newspaper is or what sports writing is or what sports is, but he saw Grampa Wowell and that made him proud. Be still my heart.