Echoes of the Past: How a Grandfather's Legacy Shaped Our Iconic Ring There is a certain magic to sifting through old things, is there not? A dusty attic, sunlight slanting through a narrow window, illuminating motes dancing in the air like tiny, forgotten stars. It was in just such a scenario, tucked away in a trunk brimming with forgotten treasures, that I stumbled upon a worn leather-bound journal. It belonged to my grandfather, a man I only knew through faded photographs and whispered family tales, but whose spirit, it seems, has truly shaped so much of what we do here. Flipping through it...
