My dad and I had a rocky relationship when I was a kid. It was evened out, as we have both grown together and learned from one another. I come to find out that his dad was abusive, and a drinker, so my old man never had a decent father-son relationship to learn from. He didn’t drink, never raised a hand to me, he just had a hard time connecting with me. One thing he loved to do was going to the cabin up in the woods, that used to be a hunting lodge, and teach me survival skills. The cabin had a heater, but he wouldn’t use it most of the time, because he wanted me to learn how to build and maintain a fire. After I had mastered the art of fire-making, then we started using the portable heater a lot more. Once the survival aspect had been handled, then why not enjoy the comforts of the space heater, which didn’t give off all that smoke and require so much work. The older we both got, the closer we became, and then one day that space heater broke down. It was on a very cold night, mind you, and that space heater had been working it’s little mechanical butt off 24/7. The first thing I did was to totally blank on how to make a fire, because at this point we had been relying on the heater for a few years. Oh the rich irony of life, when we really needed some heating I couldn’t remember how to do it!