June 1, 2019:
Boy with grandfather, alone with their tractor, somewhere on the vast and empty steppe.
Granddad looks proud, here. There's almost a smile.
I have his DNA. Of all these people I resemble him most, and one of his brothers. From him I have the shape of my hairline, and the tendency to bellyfat. From his brother, the lanky physique, the intelligence, the penchant for very silly humor.
In a closet I have his watch, his Sunday Stetson. In my pocket I have his Peace Dollar. That latter is probably my most important inheritance.