I miss my grandpa. He was the Atticus Finch in my life. Not a lawyer, but one of the first Alaskan Bush Pilots. He built his first car from scraps, and was mentored by a pilot who let him work at the local flight school in exchange for lessons. He had a kind, thoughtful nature, and I've never known a smarter, more emotionally intelligent man. He raised his family and happily retired to the motorhome life with my grandma. He passed 20 years ago. Love you, Poppa.