By Paula Lau As Father’s Day approaches I was reminded of one of my favorite family stories. My father, Bill, was assembling a bicycle for my sister, Elizabeth, when she was around eight or nine years old. It was shortly after Christmas and as he sweated, grunted and tried to figure out the almost impossible directions his frustration would build to a climax at which point he would swear and throw the wrench across the room. Liz says of that day, “I would wait until he threw it and then he would yell at me to go get it and… Read More