Life Sketches by Terry Berkson
Father’s Day Remembrances: ‘A Sky View of Dad’
One spring morning, I deliberately made myself late for school so that Dad would have to drive me in his taxi. I knew the teacher would be angry and wouldn’t believe any of my usual excuses, resulting in detention during recess—but the ride was worth it. I ran down the back steps and over to the garage. In order to get the stick out of the hasp on the door, I had to jump up and grab at it a few times. Bugsy came down the driveway as I was dragging the door open.
“C’mon!” I called. “Gimme a hand!”