“Life is too short for a family feud. Love is the oil that eases friction,

the cement that binds us together, and the music that brings harmony.”

– Author Unknown

It was July of 1985 when I answered the phone.

“Hello, Son,” said the voice. “How are you doing?”

My father always called me “Boy,” so hearing him use the term “son” caught me off guard.

“I heard you and the family will be up this way in a few weeks. Mind giving me a hand with the engine in the old farm truck? I thought we could swing by Ed’s Auto Salvage in Westlock and grab a used one. I already checked, and he’s got one. What do you say?”

Had the old man changed tactics, making a req...

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