When I was eight years old, my parents were divorced. It was a traumatic time for me and my family. For my dad, his world was turned upside down. His family gone and he moved to Boise from Twin Falls, Idaho. He started a new job. For six months he lived in a hotel and then he bought a mobile home. For my dad and me, our relationship changed dramatically. I didn't really know my dad until I was eight. Before that he worked all the time and when he wasn't working, the relationship with my mom and dad was caustic at best. After the divorce and when dad moved to Boise, he literally had to deal with me. We loved each other, but we were essentially strangers. But suddenly, he had a kid every other weekend that he had to entertain because of visitation rights. He did not have a clue about how to entertain eight-year-old boy. We watched a lot of TV and we went to a lot of drive-in movies. But we cherished those memories. He taught me a lot. He taught me ...
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