This is a stunning publication. It clearly wants to be consumed in print. This reminds me of my grandfather. It's just over ten years since he died. A poor farm

This is a stunning publication. It clearly wants to be consumed in print. This reminds me of my grandfather. It's just over ten years since he died. A poor farmer's son from Central Kentucky, he saw the world from there to Korea when he was drafted. He never got more than a high school education, but had a life-long love of books and knowledge, especially geography. He would read a map like other people read books and had a complete set of state gazetteers for the US. He loved all forms of transit, which was largest single other category of books in his modest but very personal and interesting library. Growing up poor and never making a lot of money himself he was tight with it as you can imagine. My grandmother died before he retired, and when he did he moved in with my parents. After a health scare post-retirement my mother convinced him that since he couldn't take what little he had with him he might as well do some things he enjoyed while he could. So twice he took the train from the rust belt Midwest to Seattle and from there took Inner Passage cruises. He wasn't one to take pictures, and didn't talk a lot. But the enjoyment he got from these trips was obvious - he'd come back looking literally like a new man. Anyway, any time I visited Grandpa in his room (where he was just content to sit unbothered and read) I couldn't help but pick up one of the myriad interesting books or magazines he had lying around. This certainly would have made the stack, he probably would have even excitedly showed it to me. I haven't thought about that old cowboy in a while. Thank you for inspiring some meaningful memories.