The game we played
Feb 12, 2020
2 minutes
My mother always said that my father could fix anything except a broken heart. She may have misjudged.
Born in Texas at the start of the Great Depression with a deformed right arm he couldn’t raise past his ear, my father compensated for his inability to play games or go to war by channeling his immense energy into building houses and repairing things. As you
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