Oh what a tangled web we weave when first we practice to deceive. — Sir Walter Scott

As a boy, I was lucky to live next door to my grandfather. He called me Buddy, and I called him Buddy. Everyone in my extended family called him Buddy after that. If I had to sum up my beloved grandfather in one word it would be — Honest. My granddad was born in the backwoods of Kentucky. He was a farmer, drank whiskey, chewed tobacco, and spoke…