At 82, I Found

Frank drove to Peter’s job site with sandwiches. Peter was surprised but accepted one.

They sat on the tailgate of Peter’s truck, eating turkey on rye while roofers hammered above them.

Frank looked at his son’s weathered hands.

“Are you happy?” he asked.

Peter nearly choked. “What?”

“In your marriage. In your life.”

Peter stared at him. “That’s a hell continue reading …