It all started on my birthday. Dan drove my parents from Vegas to Kanab. They damn near froze to death when they got here. They literally were so cold they were giggling and mumbling.

I was quick to show them the backyard and the red cliffs before the sun went down.


After chilling in the backyard (literally) we moved inside. Daron started building a fire and I turned on the space heaters. Unfortunately, we have an old oil furnace that is completely out of oil. Daron and I thought it was a propane furnace in which we had enough propane, we just didn't know how to light the pilot light. So Dad and I went down into the basement which is basically a hole under the house - dirt no walls. We couldn't figure it out and we were so cold that the "oil furnace" label on the motor didn't clue us in. We figured it was an electric start not a pilot light. Which many folks have around here. Needless to say, the next day, Dad and Mom made sure I stopped by the propane place to get someone to service our furnace. Makes sense right? Well, we stopped by Coastal Gas and Amerigas only to realize that we had GARKANE Gas whose office is located 60 miles away. Things were looking bleak. I could tell on the drive home that Mom and Dad were checking out the local motels, Holiday Inn, Shilo Inn, Best Western, even Bob Bons Inn was looking WARM....
So I went to our neighbor Suzette's house. She works for the police, has lived in Kanab her whole life and OWNS a house. Unfortunately, she has her furnace serviced so she called her boss the police chief. He came by to take a look at the furnace. Why is it than even when you have not broken the law a policeman makes you nervous? Apparently, they are not overly talkative even when your not on the side of the road, lights flashing in your rear view... anyhow, back to the story. He went down and said, "This is an oil furnace and the only man left in town who can work on these old things is my Dad". So he called his Dad and left a message. Next thing you know I am on the phone calling the Kanab Truck Stop (which I can see from my front yard) asking them to deliver me some oil! There is an extra charge if they come at night and by the looks of my parents they were willing to spend all of our inheritance just for an ounce of heat. We decided the next day would be fine because the police chief's dad might have to come and service it anyway. To be continued...