FATHER’S DAY STORY

Dad’s Other Life

Remembering a Dad I knew only in glimpses

At the steel mill, Dad became “Ray.” Photo from family archive.

The pose seems foreign to me: A work pose. A certain jauntiness to the positioning of the hard hat, manspreading. He looks to be caught mid-word. Or maybe he’s chewing gum, which he mostly did at work to keep his mouth moist with saliva to combat the ore dust.

The photo reminds me…