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My Father started working for the Post Office in December, 1971. We were living in Mississauga, Ontario at the time.

He had been there for about a year when one day he said to me:

“A woman that I work with says that she’s Vincent Price’s cousin.”

I rolled my eyes.

Even at the young age of thirteen, I knew when somebody was shooting me a line.

“Oh, come on dad…” I said to him.

“Do you actually believe her?”

He did not hesitate for one moment before answering me.

“Oh yes, I believe her, in fact there is no doubt in my mind,” he replied.

“And what makes you so sure that she is actually Vincent Price’s cousin?” I asked.

His face suddenly became very serious.

Looking me straight in the eye he answered:

“Because she looks just like him.”