Some cousins are just cousins. Others feel like the people you want to grow up to be. This story is about one of those—the kind who shows up in your memories wearing an invisible cape, holding a first-aid kit in one hand and a whole pack of kids in the other.

Too many Cecils. Too many Walters. Not enough sticky notes.
This is what happens when tradition meets baby name exhaustion. A tale of recycled names, mistaken identities, and one poor kid nearly named after a car. If you've ever gotten your cousin's name wrong at a reunion—this one's for you.

Dad’s garden wasn’t just rows of beans and tomatoes—it was a battlefield, a sanctuary, and sometimes a comedy show. This one’s for the man who planted more than seeds.