Lots of us spent hours in the workshop with Dad as kids. Likely in charge of holding the torch, we'd gaze longingly out the door at temperate Saturday afternoons, shifting from one aching leg to the other and suffering a constant fear of being yelled at for letting the beam of light drift or – on a good day – amassing a good collection of thrilling new swear words. But Faith Ortega was a dream child, and she and her dad got along great.
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Bronni Bowen 