All Stan wanted in his youth was his father to be proud of him. To look his way. Even now in his 60’s he was still so angry at himself and his dad. He was just as good as Ford, wasn’t he?

A lost feeling had been with him all day. His memory clouded with memories of a past time. A past time that really hurt. “What do you want, A kiss on the cheek?” He said gruffly as he felt a pair of eyes on him.