Why Do We Become Our Parents?
When I was growing up with 1970s parents, I noted two things about my father: 1. He commandeered the telephone late into the night, shouting about his plant’s wood supply; and 2. He spent every other second in his recliner.
A recliner spewed from his butt.
A permanent appendage.
His lost tail.
I vowed I would NEVER be like him. Here’s how that turned out………….Continue Reading