My grandfather in the picture, served on a tugboat out of port Hueneme as a machinist mate (one of the black hat gang) keeping the engines running bringing in the returning ships to San Diego during the war After the war he was a troubleshooter for a grain bin operation and was involved in a auger incident that almost cost him an arm. I remember the scars he carried and the smell of the percolator every afternoon that Maw (his wife) would start before he was expected home from his job. Since then I've passed the responsibilities to my daughter who makes sure her husband has his coffee waiting for him. Your haze grey has to be one of the best we've tried

- Jim W.