And he always reciprocated in kind.
Sandy graduated from high school, only because the teachers didn’t know what to do with him. It wasn’t that he was dumb. He was far from it. He could read, although limited himself to the Sunday funny pages and an occasional comic book.
But put him up against a troubled engine, he could figure it out, even if it took him hours to decipher the problem. He always came up with a solution. Once, their father Stuart had a tractor that just couldn’t stay running. Sandy poked and prodded for close to twenty hours straight before he got it running again.