Canzano: Mailbag deals with parenting, Pac-12 expansion, Bill Walton, french fries and Las Vegas
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LAS VEGAS — I bought my dad one of those industrial wood chippers for Christmas a couple of years ago. He lives with my mom on an acre and has ample use for the thing.
Dad likes to put on his gloves, giant ear-phones, safety goggles and disappear into the backyard where he turns piles of branches into piles of wood chips.
“It’s just what I wanted,” he told me when the rig arrived.