Meeting Dad Again

Meeting Dad Again Thirty years later, Dad came back and we met for Ham and Yams at Toffenetti’s. Pouring his tea, he told me he had to restore power once at a newspaper warehouse and the storm broke again and lightning cracked his ladder. He spent the whole day, he said, sitting in that dark warehouse, waiting for the lightning to stop and for the truck to bring a new ladder. He had a great time, he said, next to a flickering lantern, reading for hours the Sunday comics printed and stacked six months in advance. Donal Mahoney