I Paid My Father $250 in Rent Every Month for Five Years. After His Funeral, His Best Friend Gave Me a Key and a Box.

We spent ten minutes laughing about it, then tried both versions.

In the end, we used mine.

On the night of the open house, dozens of neighbors crowded into the building.

Some had known Dad at the lumber plant.

Others had never heard of Northline.

There were teenagers holding notebooks, older couples looking at photographs, and children trying not to touch the microphones.