Fathers..

Raymond Carver is the writer. "October. Here in this dank, unfamiliar kitchen I study my father's embarrassing young man's face. Sheepish grin, he holds in one hand a string of spiny yellow perch, in the other a bottle of Carlsberg beer. In jeans and flannel shirt, he leans against the front fender of a 1934 …

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Everyone is so serious, especially when I look at my 'readers' feed. I hope my attempt at lightheartedness is not seen as a brain deficiency. You are not in a 'virtual waiting room' waiting to see God so you can talk your way into his good books! He knows there is drama down here. And …