A few years after being hired at Union Pacific in Omaha, I discovered my Great-grandfather Henry Steinbeck had worked for the Milwaukee Road as a Conductor in passenger service. While our lives did not overlap, family historians recount that Henry worked continuously through the Great Depression. Earning railroad wages of the day, he was considered to be “well off” in that time period, giving each of his sons a small farm as a wedding present. Dedicated to his work, we’re told he quietly passed away on the job after completing the last ticketing check on his run. Whether destiny or heredity, Union Pacific feels like both family and home.