The Son Do Move - Random Thoughts from the Sky Lounge

"The Ralph gene."

That's what my mother and sisters jokingly call it.

My father, Ralph Ferguson, had this weird thing where people would just... I don't know... give him stuff. Inexplicable discounts on cars. Appliances. It was odd. He was never a rich man. But he walked around with a confidence that only someone who knew they'd never be in need could car…