Fathers & Sons

Twenty horses and a crank starter – never made ’em better than the Tin Lizzie said Grandpa, a machinist at the brass mill, the Model T a shining image, youth and freedom. Henry Ford – two words jangling in his pocket: Living wage. Eight-hour day. Dad loved the ’48 half-ton he found for a few

This was our first night home from the hospital, my wife recovering from her C-section, and something was wrong. Our baby cried right till dawn, only taking a breath to be fed when I carried him to his mother’s breast in the darkness. Then I’d hold him to my shoulder and pat his tiny back,

The most important man in my life was my father. I loved my dad though as with some fathers and sons, we had our disagreements. “Agreeing to disagree,” he called it. An electronics engineer by nature and an independent by trade, he wouldn’t have wanted it otherwise. Dad expressed his love for me in many

I was five years old when my Uncle Harry drove me to the mental hospital. I was confused and afraid. “Why do I have to go?” I asked him. He looked at me with his round face and kind eyes. “Your father needs you.” “What’s the matter with him?” I was beginning to cry, and

I wasn’t given a choice whether my child was born or not. I came kicking and screaming into the world of daddyhood. I’d known my baby’s mother for a total of five joyful, playful, and what I believed were intimate weeks – when she began to think she was pregnant. She did a home pregnancy

I was as five years old when my uncle Harry drove me to the mental hospital. I was confused and afraid. “Why do I have to go?” I asked him. He looked at me with his round face and kind eyes. “Your father needs you.” “What’s the matter with him?” I was beginning to cry,