Happy Father’s Day, to the Meanest Dads in the World

I remember my dad telling us stories about his dad as we were growing up. He once described him as the meanest dad in the world. “My dad didn’t believe in freedom of expression,” he told us once. As an example, he described his father’s homecoming after the war. My grandpa John got off theContinue reading “Happy Father’s Day, to the Meanest Dads in the World”

I Remember a Fence and a Tricycle, But Not Much Else

Is your childhood home really supposed to be an empty spot in your memory?