Spent the other evening talking to my dad about his relationship with his dad and found a fun analogy in imagining my business as my dad's first car. He inherited it from his own dad, and his dad inherited it from his dad. Drove it up from Florida in 1956 before there were freeways. My dad repainted it in the garage and wrenched in a Chevy V-8 engine from his brother's wreck. Add a couple corvette parts and he had a hot-rod. Didn't look like much, but it was a lot of fun.
I've inherited a lot of those scrap-together values. Here's the drawn tribute.