My grandfather is traditionally masculine in most senses of the word: He was a soldier, then a bait-shop owner, then a garbage collector; he rose before dawn most days of his life and I never heard him complain about it. He raised six good kids, he tells funny one-liners, he's an expert fisherman. He once refused over-the-counter pain medication even while at death's door.

I've been thinking about him lately, for reasons I'll get to in a bit.