I’m not exactly sure how old I was that day, probably in my mid-twenty’s. We’d started the day at five thirty waiting outside on the sidewalk, sticky and smelly from all the fat and blood, trying to stay out of the way of the butchers, the hanging sides of beef,… Read full post »

    The imposing two story red brick center hallway colonial on the elm tree lined suburban street with its detached two car garage was the culmination of his professional and personal life.  Returning in the evenings, no matter the trials and tribulations of the workday, Rocky co… Read full post »