Eight-year-old Paul stared out the car window as the glowing lights of Joe's Pizza flashed against the gloom of a cold December gray sky. He wiped the frost off the window and looked around the parking lot. "Where's Dad?" "Spending time with his girlfriend," Mom groused, then shut off the 1972 Dodge Dart and pulled … Continue reading The Birthday
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A Work Life (part 4, the end)
A Work Life (part 3) It can be said that there is no pain like grief, whether it be a loved one or a career. Of course, the pain of a lost career is significantly less than a loved one, but it hurts nonetheless. Adding to my misery on several levels was being offered the … Continue reading A Work Life (part 4, the end)