“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 1985 when the phone rang.

“Hello, Son,” came the voice on the other end. “How are you doing?”

My father always called me “Boy,” so hearing him use the word “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—he’s got one. What do you say?”

Had the old man changed tactics? A request...

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