Blanket Victory

“Let’s get to work, son.” the words turned white as they hit the air. He used what looked like gloves, but were just his calloused hands, to wipe the snow off his thickened van Dyke, “Gonna be a cold one!” It was a cold one alright. That 6AM, Colorado blizzard, bouncing spit, kind of cold. So we got to work. Working through frozen hands and missing finger nails we finished framing that house before spring break was over. I finished that annoying spring break homework on the hour long journey it took to get from the bad side of town to the good high-school I was attending. While others boasted of their vacations, I grinned at my calluses. My father may not have given me a lavish vacation like my classmates with soft hands, but he did provide me with valuable lessons. The most valuable, in my opinion- my father may disagree, being the lesson of ‘blanket-victory’. 

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