Sep 5, 2026 3:07 PM
The Wall
Growing up in the 1960s, my Dad was my hero. In those days a lot of men left child rearing to their wives and didn't spend much time with their kids. I longed to go somewhere with my Dad so I could walk proudly beside him. One autumn evening when I had just turned 11, he told me to put my warm duffle coat on because we were going out. He was a quiet man and didn't tell me where we were going. …