“I don’t care if I have to drive through a blizzard, Lucas,” Julian said.

“There is nothing on this earth that is going to keep me from getting home to you.

I promise.” I have thought often about the two fathers in this story, and how completely they answer each other.

Arthur Vance, given a grandchild in distress, had put him out into a storm without so much as a question.

And Julian, his son, given the same child in distress from eight hundred miles away, was willing to drive through a blizzard to reach him.

The same blood ran through both men.