Saturday evenings Dad walked us to confession. After Mass, Dad drove us to Grandpa’s to visit Grandma who’d had a stroke. Sometimes Dad stopped at the Dairy Queen on the way back home. GOT) Dad was a hard-working man and often nodded off on Sunday afternoon. D avid Milh olla n d Clinton St. Quarterly—Spring, 1988 23
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