In September of 1953, we left Laramie for Bozeman Montana where I had been awarded an assistantship to study for a Master's degree in agricultural economics. I turned 21 on September 17 and Velna was 20. We had an apartment in a sumptuous row barracks building used for temporary housing during and after WWII at Montana State. The accommodations were primitive. Velna endured a rather long labor and her doctor believed in natural childbirth. So then on November 5 Russell M. Blood became the firstborn in our family. We survived that year by counting pennies. We traded babysitters with another couple that we had known at the University of Wyoming, scrounging for $1 in change to go to the double feature at the Ellen Theater. Velna worked part time, and when she returned from work we used her coat for a blanket to keep Russell warm. Russell thrived no matter how many times we moved him around the country. Af the age of five, he was clearly the best loader and packer of stuff so he never relinquished that job. He was never at a loss for something to say and we said early in his life that he would make a good lawyer. We have been forever grateful that he is our son and we wish him joy and happiness on his birthday. I know that his fondest wish will be to get a $25 gift certificate to go to IHop, his favorite gourmet restaurant. Happy Birthday, Russell. From your Mom and Dad.