When dad turned 80 we drove him from Calgary airport to Trail, British Columbia to see his brother Edward. Part of the deal was that Gerry had to endure four days at the Royal Tyrrell Museum so our son could finally get his dinosaur ya-yas out. And in exchange we would stay a week at Ed and Madeline’s. It was sheer bliss for the two men, both retired electricians, and they spent their entire week sitting side by side on a bench. Their speech was quiet, almost telepathic and conveyed much more than their opinions on rheostats and voltage limiters.
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