I can still hear his voice… “Mud, brick, Flue!” My father’s bellowing, high on the scaffold, mid-afternoon; the mason pushing hard to finish the chimney by nightfall. The sound reached me as I hoisted a 94-pound sack of dry mortar up onto a cement mixer. At the time I was pre-adolescent, a lanky 110lbs. His…
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Those Hands…
By any standard, my father has large hands. Growing up, I watched him use those hands in construction. Whenever I shook them, which was rare, my own would be engulfed entirely by callous and scar. His mason hands never saw the inside of a glove. They are a memory to me, those large hands, because…
First Kiss
My first kiss was with Brenda, at Regina Vaccaro’s seventh grade party. Little did I know, my brother JoJo watched us, steaming mad. Even then he was in love with her. He and Brenda were married right out of high school. Four days after that kiss I was a bachelor again. Not only because of…
To Sir, with love 