He always had a knack for things mechanical. When my electric train locomotive wouldn’t run right I took it to Grandpa and watched as he patiently examined it and administered a drop of oil here, or re-soldered a wire there, then handed it back to me with a reassuring “here, try that.” I can still smell the 3-in-1 oil in his florescent-lit basement workshop, well-stocked with tools and parts. Having come of age during the Read more…