A certain sense of dignity and respectability comes with almost* any job. I respect the kid or the senior citizen that must ask, “Do you want fries with that?” at McDonald’s. The same holds true…
Saturday morning! I scrambled out of bed and scampered to the living room. I threw all forty-five pounds of my six-year-old self into my father’s recliner with enough force that it tipped, smacked the wall…