I love my wife. I love my kids. I love my grandkids. How do they know? I tell them. I was raised in a very traditional home. My father worked at this his job outside the home. My mother was a housewife and took care of us kids. For this I am thankful. Nothing replaces the…

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My house is slowly turning into an anti-arthritis cabin. What? Hold on, I’ll explain. I grew up in Alaska as a kid — even graduated high school from there — and it was cold (I know, thank you Capt. Obvious). I remember it hitting 40 below zero, without wind, but it was a dry cold,…

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