Dad The Conqueror

Dad Conquers Paris

“It will be fine,” said my dad while wheeling my grandmother into an elevator the size of a fridge box. My mother, my sister, and I were already inside. The elevator had a steel plaque that read: “500 Lb limit.” “You asked for it,” the elevator said in mechanical whirls as it started its impossible descent. A floor and a half in, it stopped in its tracks. Our only help was a non-English speaking receptionist. My mother dropped to the floor to be able to breathe. My dad and I forced the elevator open. The receptionist stared. Welcome to Paris.

Relvin does not lean left or right, democratic or conservative. He does not believe one group to be better than the other or one to be righteous while the other malevolent. Everything written by Relvin, unless otherwise specified, is what he believed to be the absolute truth at the time of writing it. New evidence or research can and will be taken into consideration, as it should.

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