We often picture Edison as the gray-haired sage, yet he began as a newsboy printing papers on a moving train. This 1890s account takes us directly into the Wizard’s sprawling laboratory in Orange, New Jersey. You will walk past the library’s massive fireplace and peer into stock-rooms filled with strange curiosities—shark teeth, macaws’ feathers, and bamboo for filaments. It offers a rare, intimate glimpse of the “Old Man” himself, a modest dreamer who built the world’s grandest workshop not for fame, but for the sheer joy of invention.