3/4 of a Memory of Playing Catch with my Dad
This is a short tale about my father, who, during my formative years, I would only ever address by the name of Coach. I never called him Dad, or Pops or the old man. It was always just, “Coach.” This is because he had successfully coached every sport known to man. Football, basketball, track, wrestling: … Read more3/4 of a Memory of Playing Catch with my Dad