My father still loves to tell the story about the time he and his friend John painted my grandmother’s (his mother-in-law’s) house in the early 1970′s. My father and his friend John are retired high school teachers and administrators. Back then, they would paint houses and do light construction jobs during the summers to help make ends meet.
Ever the gracious host, my grandmother attempted to make the tedious task of painting her house more tolerable for the men. Upon their arrival, my grandmother greeted my father and John with a fresh pot of coffee and some fresh baked cookies. Not being a coffee drinker, my father politely refused and in the process, inadvertently threw down a gauntlet. Continue reading