I relished weekends at my dad's house when I was a kid.It meant working on craft projects, building things with my dad; it meant taking trips to the gas station for candy and putting pennies on the railroad tracks; it meant riding our bikes around his historic neighborhood in Athens, Alabama, and going downtown to get ice cream cones at the local pharmacy on the square.On one weekend visit, however, we had to stay in the house — there was no riding bikes allowed, no trips downtown for [...]
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