I Found Something Strange In My Smoke Detector

“Smells good, Dad,” he said.

“It ought to,” I replied. “Been making it longer than you’ve been alive.”

He laughed at that, light and easy, and for one foolish second I could still see the boy who used to trail after me through the barn asking whether he was old enough to drive the tractor. That boy is the reason older men miss what is right in front continue reading …