Resultantly, whenever I had to write a piece that was less light-hearted and profound, my dad revelled in proofreading and offering me advice. His con...ributions were awesome and really enhanced my submissions.Shortly after his retirement, my father decided to ‘civilize’ me by insisting that I join him on journeys away from home. An added reason for this coercion was that he contended that he simply had to escape my mom’s tyranny and needed a companion to do so. With pops paying all our. The air had been so still with no conversation between the two of us that the simple sound of the latches clicking shut seemed like an explosion to my ears. Tears were trying to escape my dark brown, black-lashed eyes but I held them in check. Weeping now wouldn’t change things. I had to let him leave as he wished and move on with my life. I silently followed him to the front door where he handed me his key to the apartment. He turned, took one last look around the place where he had resided. We had a great sleep and I awoke that Saturday morning so refreshed that I couldn’t believe it. As I stumbled down to breakfast I was greeted to blueberry pancakes, my favorite.The girls were dying to ask me something and my wife gave them the go ahead. They asked, “Is it alright if some our girlfriends come over to play on the trampoline?” Sure! “We will need someone to watch us so that we don’t fall.” Okay! “Can we have a sleepover tonight too?” I looked at my smiling wife and replied, “Sure. ‘You think he knows something? That they have something planned? Or are they trying to hide something.’ ‘They’re hiding something.’ Laura said. ‘I think so because Dixon normally would let me know if they’re planning anything so that I can keep an eye on Dr. Heinz and his people and keep them out of the way of any… confusion.’ ‘Well,’ I said, ‘if we’d stumbled on some sting operation of theirs, they would at least let the chief know, wouldn’t they?’ ‘I don’t know. But I have my own sources,.