Not Your Daddy’s Family Conference… I remember some afternoons in the 50’s and 60’s when my father would come home from work and call my sister and me together for what he called a “family conference.”  This, we soon learned was code for a threat-laced scolding. “Your mother tells me ya’ll were bad all day, and I’m going to spank you both if I hear one more peep out of either one of you today!” Dad then fingered his belt buckle, like Wild Bill Hickock might drum the handles of his silver revolvers while staring down a drunk on the streets... (Read More ...)