NOW GO LIKE THE HAMMERS OF HELL
September 16, 2021

My Dad was a hard man. I’m sure he meant well but it was difficult for us. He trained my brothers and I by night. He’d follow us chasing our shadows in the headlights of his car, sometimes in tears and always gasping for air, to make sure we took no shortcuts home. On the nights he didn’t take the car he’d wait for us at the mailbox with…