My dad loved model railroading. The HO models–not the big antique things that are so valuable today, such as Lionel etc. He built his own layout in the basement, designed a coal chute, and a bridge that crossed the bottom of the stairs that could be raised for people to enter and leave. He belonged to a model railroad club in town, and they built a bigger layout, complete with trees, houses, people, mountains, you name it. And trains, naturally. He also loved riding steam engines. Which are few and far between these days. He’d taken trips on most of the stream trains on the east coast of the U.S. and even postponed deadly needed surgery to travel on the Horseshoe Curve route in Pennsylvania.