This is my maternal grandfather. My parents separated when I was quite young. It was a time when divorce was frowned upon, so my parents never “officially” parted ways. Yet, for all intents and purposes, my father was never around. It was my grandfather who saw that I had weekly lunch money, who co-signed for my first car, who “encouraged” me to become a teacher when I wanted to be a journalist, and who died one month before my son was born. I hated that he never knew my son. He was a man who worked for American Car and Foundry during the day – making railroad cars. However, of the evening he was dressed in a white shirt and a suit and a hat. It was quite the contrast to the day job.