Who Would Do a Thing Like That?

Why I love my father-in-law

Photo by frank mckenna on Unsplash

I thought I’d sleep better in the fresh air—in fact I briefly did—until the sound of a distant blaring car horn woke me up at 12:23 am through the open window.

It was gun-point cold in the room and I didn’t want to move from my bed, but it wasn't going to get any warmer. So I made my way toward the source of the brisk wi…