This morning, while we were getting ready for Reformation Sunday church, I was telling the children about how much my Dad loved singing “A Mighty Fortress,” and how I always associate Reformation Day with him belting it out in German. Well, the first line of the hymn, anyway, because that’s all I really remember him singing auf deutsch. I commented that for all I knew, he only ever learned the first line of the song in German, but he definitely sang that one line with gusto. At which point, Chickadee looked at me and said, “I didn’t know he knew a guy named Gusto!” Hilarity ensued, and now I have an even better story to tell!