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Why is the business called Northern Son?

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The owner of Northern Son, smiled to himself as he gazed out his window at the clear blue sky and shimmering sun reflecting off the peaceful waters of the Pacific. It had been an incredible journey since taking the chance to leave his small town of Sault Ste Marie behind. First to go to school and play hockey in Ottawa then Western Quebec.

 

He was no stranger to frigid winter climates, having grown up in Northern Ontario, but his first winter down south in San Diego, where he went to play pro hockey, felt like a heavenly escape from all of that. Every morning Hallie would drive to the beach after practice and sit in the warm sand and listen to the calming sound of the waves. He often found himself daydreaming about his friends back home who were probably stuck inside trying to stay warm , or outside shoveling their driveways.

 

That winter, Hallie became a different person. He started to look at life and the world with a fresh perspective, appreciating the small, everyday things he'd taken for granted in his small hometown. He embraced the change and was no longer content to live life as he had before. He made the most of his time in San Diego, taking up surfing, learning some Spanish, and becoming a better hockey player than ever before.

 

After 2 years Hallie was crushed to get a phone call letting him know he was traded. Now he was forced to transition from beautiful sunny San Diego beaches to the intense heat of the concrete jungle surrounded by desert known as Dallas Tx. He went to the Lone Star state with an open mind. He played there for a couple more years and several nagging injuries which included a broken jaw, cracked orbital bone and ending up with a prosthetic cheekbone helped with making a bittersweet decision. He had the utmost respect for the game of Hockey and knew that it was time to move onto the next phase of his life.

 

Dallas, Texas, his final destination. He was amazed by the city. It was vibrant, diverse, and bustling with energy. Although he had found his place in the city, he had to make a decision what to do with his life now. Talented in carpentry and all building trades skills passed down to him by his father, he found a commercial spot in a trendy part of Dallas and did a full build-out of the unit himself. The result was a beautiful full service drinking establishment, complete with a 40’ shotgun bar, the warm accent of chocolate coloured leather booths featuring oversized high-backs, and a top of the line sound system for dancing. It was an instant hit with Dallas hipsters and socialites. Local media said “Canadian Import Hallie Clayton makes a splash with his elegant new ‘Boutique Nightclub’.”

 

After he made the decision to stay in Texas, he expected his dad Hallie Sr. to object. But the old man had a funny way of expressing it. He was determined to make sure his son was aware of the unique dangers of things in Texas, "Gators," he said ominously. "Snakes. You gotta watch out for 'em. If you see a gator, run away. If you see a snake, run away faster!" That was his fatherly advice he informed him, then gave his advice as his dad, "Get your ass back north where you belong". "The South is not for cry-babies," Sr. said, raising his voice at his son to drive his point home. And then the old man softened, giving his son advice as his dad. "You’re from the North. This is where you belong," he said with a twinkle in his eye.

 

But Jr. stuck to his guns and stayed in Texas, determined to make the best of it, however dangerous the gators and snakes may be. He took his father’s advice to heart and made sure to be careful whenever he was outdoors. But, often when he spoke to his dad, he’d just tell him, “Dad, I’m still here and I’m not gonna run away.” Sr. just chuckled. “That’s my son,” he said with pride, “tougher than any Texas gators or snakes out there.” And that was how they both left it, Jr content with his new home, Sr. content with the knowledge that his son was tough enough to face any danger.

 

The South was indeed not for sissies, but Jr was no sissy. He didn't' know it at the time but that conversation would Stick with him always. Anytime he faces a tough challenge that life inevitably throws at him, the thought of his dad warning him of gators and snakes usually comes to mind and helps put him at ease, making any challenge easier to tame. For 14 years he would speak to his father usually one or two times a week and the conversation would always end with his advice as a dad to his son. “Get your ass back North where you belong”. In time, operating a successful bar grew into several more bars. But, despite their success, He had an itch that could only be scratched by exploring his passion - carpentry. So, on the quiet weekends he would spend time in his garage, plying his craft and indulging in his passion. Little by little, word got out that he could craft beautiful furniture or renovate any home. It wasn't long before the same garage that was filled with the smell of sawdust and varnish was filled with neighborhood husbands who had gathered to learn from him or just have beer and talk about sports.

 

Although he could never recall how it started, his garage became a popular place for the guys in the neighbourhood to hang out. The years went by and his furniture making and carpentry reputation spread even further beyond the neighborhood. Before he knew it, the “Hockey player from Canada that knows carpentry” transitioned to the "Carpenter from Canada that used to play hockey”. It was a life of routine and comfort and it seemed as though nothing could disrupt it.

 

Although Sr. was happy for his son’s success he never stopped telling his son to “Get your ass North where you belong”. Jr. soon realized that the real beauty of life lay in having both the highs and the lows, the good and the bad, the cold and the warmth. Experiencing each gave him a sense of wonder and appreciation for the journey he was on.

 

In 2017, Hallie's was faced with a daunting task when his father suffered from a massive stroke; he had to be the primary caregiver for his dad, who would need to relearn how to walk and talk before having any chance of full recovery. Jr. was an only child so that responsibility fell solely on him, leaving him no choice but to leave behind his friends, bars, house, and beloved wood-shop located in his Texas neighbourhood. Sullenly, he packed up himself and his oversized yellow lab named Wendall Clark, heading back North to Sault Ste. Marie, Ontario - his childhood home - where his family welcomed them both.

 

Although there was some solace in being “back north where he belonged” , the sadness he felt was palpable as the long road to recovery for his father seemed never-ending. Sadly, after just six months into rehabilitation, Sr.'s battle against cancer came to an end, leaving Jr. with grief and regret as he mourned his beloved father. Losing his father was a difficult blow for him, and it took time to rebuild the shattered pieces of his life in Canada.

 

Hal's first step towards this was changing the business name to "Northern Son". It was his way of honoring the most important person in his life, his dad. Sr. was finally able to get his son "back North where he belonged”.

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That is why the business is named Northern Son.