Tradition!

My Pappy–my father’s father–passed away in 1998. I think about him now and then, but not too often recently. He worked at a slate quarry and lived on a few acres out in the country with two ponds (big enough to swim in) he had built himself. Last night I remembered that for many years he also raised minnows in those ponds, and sold them to passing fishermen as live bait.

My dad loves woodworking. Before he got sick, he’d make wooden toys and trivets and wooden flowers. He’d sell them at consignment shops, craft shows, and the like. He was working full-time and overtime at the airport during those same years.

We never discussed it–we Millers are men of few words. I never realized before that my game publishing has precedent in my family: Working a full-time job to support one’s life and family while also making a bit of money by pursuing one’s passion on the side. It is an insanely happy realization and left me with a smile on my face all day.