Fathers and Sons

Once every month, I go over to my parents house to do basic maintenance on my car, such as change the oil, check the filters, and make sure the tires are properly inflated. (Don’t let the two degrees fool you; I am one generation removed from farmers and auto mechanics.) The work is not hard, but it is a time for me and my father to talk about what’s new, etc. Although I have done this countless times since I was 16, I still feel like a little boy that is happy just to spend time with his daddy.