I used to have this dream. This was a long ago time: I was in my 20s and plying my trade as a sports writer. My brothers and I are standing in a line and my father is introducing us to someone, it never really matters whom. I’m last in place, although I’m not the… Continue reading Bittersweet 16
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Father’s Day
15 years gone and I still miss him as a constant in my life.