On July 8, 1952 a legend was born.
His family was wealthy, decedents of the Carnegie family of steel tycoons on the east coast. Roswell Miller paced back and fourth, twirling his rotor blades carefully as he listened to his wife's screams. His wife was named Margaret Carnegie Miller. She was the daughter of Carnegie himself. At nearly 60 years of age she was reaching her limit of childbearing. She probably shouldn't have become pregnant at all. Nevertheless, she carried on bravely through the labor until, a cry was heard.
A nurse came into the waiting room.
"You have a son Mr. Miller." She said.
Roswell gasped and raced in to find his wife resting on the bed, her tongue licking over the small form of a newborn.
Roswell already had two daughters but this was his first boy. This was the one who would eventually take over the family business.
The newborn was an Augusta, like him and when he opened his eyes, the father could see they were his wife's piercing bright blue.
"He's beautiful." He said.
She smiled. "Such a sweetheart." She agreed.
"What should we name him?" He asked.
She shrugged. "He's your heir. You decide." She replied.
Roswell thought for a moment then replied "We'll name him Andrew for your father and Ranger for mine."
"Andrew Ranger. A good strong name." Margret said.
She smiled warmly as the baby snuggled against her side.