as featured in Desert Exposure Magazine My father. I don't know how he knows, but he does. He can't see to the end of the room, but whenever I'm doing any kind of work in the house , somehow he knows and a few seconds later he’s situated himself right in the middle of it. It could be something as simple as my walking into the kitchen early in the wee morning hours to fix my wife a cup of coffee. I won't even turn on the light, but I'll see the light go on in the little in-law house in the front of our property. Then I’ll see him walk out his door toward the main house. Sometimes I'm able to sneak back upstairs with our coffee before he makes it into the house, but sometimes... "Where's my coffee?" my wife will ask when I walk back into our bedroom empty-handed. "Um... ah... well..." I'll begin to explain. "Your father?" "Yeah." ...