When I Had Two

I was lucky enough in my life to have two dads.

Some have none.

And God blessed me with two.

One is summers and weekends, playing in the yard after dark, chasing lightning bugs. He is motorcycle grease and the smell of chewing tobacco and empty Pepsi bottles thrown in the back of his red Thunderbird. My first dad is a Weird Al song screamed out a window as we speed down the backroads, down Highway 30 towards the falls.

He taught me how to have a sense of humor. How to take a ...