As a child I remember my Dad, Fred Richandson, singing. My favorite was a song about two tough guys that got into a fight. Much to the delight of us boys, Dad would sing it with much gusto.

I can’t sing, so I tell it as a poem. I’m often requested to tell it around campfires. I try to make Dad proud by telling it with the same amount of gusto as he used when singing it.

I think some of the old-timer Ridgway natives who knew Dad would enjoy hearing it, so I’ve decided to put it in my column. ...