 George Gelston and Russell Box were not identical-looking men, but somehow he looked like both of them. That deep canyon of a face. The tired eyes, the kind that looked like they had just finished staring at an unpaid bill. The downturned mouth that you knew could just erupt in a wide-eyed smile if a child jumped in his lap. I had seen that face before. There they were, both my grandfathers, raised from the dead and plopped down in Washington County, Wisconsin.