My brother gave me an album of photographs and important papers that my father left behind.  I keep it out of sight in the basement.  But sometimes, late at night, when the rest of my family is asleep, I drink too much wine and think about the past. My father sits on a stool in … Continue reading Crows

Dollar Bill

For many years, I befriended alcoholic coworkers far older than me.  It was only after becoming a father that I realized that I was attempting to patch a hole in my life caused by my estrangement with my own.  There was Frankie who drove to work in a Mustang convertible and sang Bob Dylan tunes … Continue reading Dollar Bill