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In the Yukon there is a train that runs through the mountains. How the builders of this railway constructed those hundreds of miles of perfectly parallel lines through rocky, mountainous terrain, is a wonder every bit as spectacular as the views from the cars.
My grandfather loved that trip. We took a boat from Seattle to Alaska and floated around the last frontier. He was all smiles, a grin that covered his teeth but ran ear to ear.
On the train we rode during a day trip, he bought a hat as a souvenir. He wore that hat almost everyday until he went to the hospital for the last time.
I don’t know why I’m thinking about him now but I do know that I often think about him during times when I have a lot on my mind.
All my life I’ve been compared to my grandfather. The same short, stocky build. The same generally mild temperament but with a rare temper.
I think about where I am in life and the things I’ve gone through to get here. Normally I compare them to my grandfathers life and the things he went through.
None of it was remotely the same but somehow we’re similar.
The question I have for myself now is what am I thinking about that has me going through this exercise.
Maybe there is no reason. Maybe it’s year seven and all my cells have completely changed, I’m a different person. Maybe it’s just bed time.
Whatever reason, I know I’m thinking about my grandpa, wearing that velcro strap hat with “Alaska” written on the crown of the cap and he’s smiling.