Porch Lights and Tuesday-Night Pancakes
I didn’t know the country was breaking until the dinner table went quiet and the TV got loud—and I missed the taste of Tuesday-night pancakes. I’m Tom, fifty-eight, born three blocks from where I’m sitting now. My dad ran a press at the steel plant; I ran one, too, until the plant closed and the […]
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