My Son and Our Christmas Moment
I have these images of my father that keep coming back to me. We’re driving southbound on Milwaukee Avenue.  We’re at a stoplight.  It’s summertime, and I’m probably four years of age.  He looks over at me.  For some reason, he’s smiling. The moment makes me confused.   ‘Why is he smiling?’ “Dad, why are you smiling?” I’d ask. ... Read more »