Apart from a certain orange car... this was a fixture on my Dad's workbench or in the drawer... and it's with me now. The Boy plays with it sometimes too; he's the only 8 year old around here that knows what it is and knows what roll up windows are for that matter.
Mum (jokingly) never let me forget she had to quit her front office desk job at Labatt's downtown to check in to the hospital to have me. Apparently I came just a few months too early for her to benefit from the Unemployment Insurance Act of 1971 that codified paid maternity benefits back home...
Like all of these items above (and posts to come) it's a pleasant memory of Dad...
Cheers Friends!
Anthony
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