The crash of glass was heard as I tried to make it through the door.
The security guard at St Francis Hospital challenged dad to prove he was a minister.
Dad had a drinking problem that caused shame, anger, and embarrassment as a minister.
Dad bought Spumoni ice cream which, as a child, I decided was torture.
I went at the other boy like a spider monkey on a sugar high, but Dad had a different idea.
I snuck away from a church picnic to slide down the spillway at the lake and nearly killed myself in the process.
Playing firefighter in the parsonage got too real when my plan went awry.