My father died in 2009. He might have died years sooner if not for our family’s decision to do an alcohol intervention. This is our story.
We cruise along in his shiny white pickup truck. Dad and I are traveling on a road that takes us both back to our childhoods. “Here’s a camp road,” I say. There used to be a sign nailed to the tall pine tree on the corner – a sign bearing our family name pointing the […]