Hey Reader! I'm feeling a little sentimental this week. I've just returned from a long trip with family. "Two weeks?" People would shake their heads and give their condolences. "No!" I'd assure them, "We actually get along." And I do consider myself lucky; I realize I was dealt a good hand. Grains of sand Not that we've never butt heads. Or that we don't bear old scars. I remember walking with my dad and complaining about something I was bitter about from my childhood. "Look," he told me....