BOTH DADS ARE DEAD. The father who raised me. The father-in-law who became my friend when I married his daughter. Father’s Day reminds me of this, which makes it like Memorial Day. A time to remember. Dad on the phone 800 miles away, talking me through replacing a starter on my Ford Maverick; when the car started with the first twist of the key, Dad could hear it. He couldn’t see my eyes filling. I didn’t tell him. The road trip with Dad-in-law to visit his family in the Great Northwest, half a continent away. When a rafting vender at … Continue reading A Father’s Day gift to the kids