Getting Dad at the Bar
He was no bigger than the stools the men sat on
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5 min readFeb 17, 2024
My dad, the eldest of five siblings, would have to go to neighborhood bars to get his father. I can see him: a big kid, in charge, but still a child, walking to the bar through city streets. What was he thinking? Was he playing a script in his mind about what he’d have to say to get his father to leave the alcohol behind?
