The Garage Christmas: A Father, a Son, and the Dog Who Stayed

actually happy to see me when I walked through the door.”

I hung up.

We didn’t have turkey. We didn’t have wine.

I pulled into a truck stop diner off the Interstate, forty miles toward home. The neon sign was buzzing.

I ordered two double cheeseburgers and a side of fries.

I sat in the cab of the truck, the heater humming, the radio playing an old Willie continue reading …