It started out as a trip to go get some lancets and to attend my twice monthly support group, but  ended up as a history lesson.  The newest member of our support group is the Governor.  He was introduced all around and was really modest and non assuming.  He jokingly said during the introductions that his job was paper pusher, and that mostly the papers pushed back — hard.  Later, Mr. Callahan, told us a story of the Governor's father and grandfather.  It was a spellbinding story.  Mr. Callahan, who is 95 years old, had worked for the OSS, the precursor of the CIA, during World War II.  He was the commanding officer of the Governor's father.  His father, at great risk to his life, saved a group of his fellow clandestine operatives.  He picked up a gernade that was thrown in their midst, as they were preparing to blow up a bridge in occupied France, and threw it right back at the enemy.  He did it so quickly that nobody knew what happened.  I listened to the story in the parking lot.  The Governor walked past, and then stopped to talk with Mr. Callahan, whom he hadn't seen in 50 years.  The Governor hadn't drawn the connection.  Mr. Callahan laughed.  He said that it was okay, that most people his age were dead.