My Grandfather was a businessman who built the very first Howard Johnson Motor Lodge in Indianapolis, Indiana, a location decided upon by Grandpa and Howard Johnson because Indianapolis, then as now, was a major crossroads in the busy bustling Midwest. One of Grandpa's friends was a businessman in Chicago named Dick Dooley, whom we, the grandchildren, called Uncle Dick. Uncle Dick was also a good friend of George Halas, a friendship dating back to 1919 when they played football together on the company team of a starch manufacturer in Decatur, Illinois. The team was called the Decatur Staleys, after the starch maker, and the following year Halas relocated them to Chicago and renamed them the Bears. Uncle Dick no longer played for them then, but he and Halas remained friends. In fact, years later in the 60s, upon Uncle Dick's invitation through Halas, as a family we used to drive up to Rensselaer, Indiana, where the Bears had their summer training camp at St. Joseph College, and watch them scrimmage the College All-Stars in the week leading up to the All-Star game, which was played at Soldier Field in Chicago in August. The scrimmage at St. Joseph was on a Saturday afternoon and was very informal, we could mingle with the players and coaches. I'll never forget seeing George Halas on the sidelines, his bright smile, and the joy he very actively radiated about pro football. Halas was seventy years old at the time but was probably the most dynamic and robust man I've ever been around; he stood out even among the giant, famous players he mentored and commanded on the field, players such as Gayle Sayers, Dick Butkus, Johnny Morris, and Doug Atkins. It is accurate to say that George Halas's personality filled a whole room, but even more accurate and truthful to say that he filled whole stadiums. It is through my Grandfather and Uncle Dick and George Halas that I have always been a fan of professional football, and, through the story that I've written, I would like to share this interest with you.