You Can Never Go Home Again

Pop had two settings—gentle and high-heat. A beacon of patience until pushed too far, the former boxing champ inside my mild-mannered father could emerge without warning. I feared facing the fighter inside if I lost Pop’s dog.   When first I arrived at my father’s doorstep two days ago, Pop didn’t ask any questions. Never loquacious, […]
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Published on October 24, 2016 04:30
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