My folks would never have been in the running for the Ward and June Cleaver Parenting Award. The reason they had children, let alone 5, is unclear to me. It seemed then and seems now that they felt as long as we were fed, clothed, and a roof was over our head they had fulfilled their parental duties. They were more involved with the youngest two.
For reasons I will not go into here, I was estranged from my father since I was 13. What few interactions we had were never pleasant, and occasionally they were violent. Continue reading “Rev. Joe Goes to The Big House.”