One man gets a parade. The other showed up with a toolbox.

Hey Reader, I’m late sending this out tonight because I was trying to hang a few new hooks on the wall. What started as “Ed and I will just knock this out in ten minutes” turned into a lot of measuring, leveling, swearing, and eventually—calling my dad. My adorable dad (left) and my sister and mom and I last Christmas. We have looked better, but not happier. So my 77-year-old dad—Vietnam vet, still sharp, still stubborn, still better at measuring than I’ll ever be—left the coziness of his...