Two Gentlemen Meet

One frigid evening in the dead of winter of 1970, my dad was tromping around from door to door. Why? He was selling peanuts to raise money for the Kinsmen. (Kinsmen is a men’s community service club.) But “frigid” was an understatement. Winter in the Canadian prairies is cold by anyone’s standards. Needless to say, underdressing worsens matters.