Thumbing through it always reminds me of the too few visits to Wisconsin to see granddad. But it reminds me too that he had a story to tell: it was a life-changing experience, and he and his family suffered dearly as a result of his actions. These things happened long before my time--it's been well over 50 years since he wrote it. But therein lies the real inspiration: Books are IMPORTANT, and they're LONG LASTING. Many of the books I work on today may still be around years and years after I'm gone (I can't think of a single annual report or brochure I've worked on that can make the same claim.)

     That's MY little bit of inspiration.  But it's what keeps me sane (more or less), and what prods me to breeze into my office and work another day.  So here's to granddad, and here's to all the other people who's stories I've had the privilege of working on so far. And here's to doing it all again tomorrow.