Lazy! That was a charge. We had a La-Z-boy chair at home, but being lazy was forbidden. We were a busy family. I had a paper route at age 12, sold Fuller Brush at 15 and worked full-time every summer thereafter. I was a product of the Protestant work ethic, Dutch immigrant culture and Depression…
My father often fell asleep on the sofa with the cat perched on his chest. As the TV droned on, Pa started snoring. Chainsaws couldn’t compete. The cat rose and fell along with Pa’s breathing. He purred contentedly, flattening his ears every time my dad exhaled. It continued until Ma woke him up and sent…
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