My father’s become a giant baby. That’s not a metaphor. Right now we’re gathering old bed sheets as swaddling. Turning jungle gyms into cribs. Swimming pool inner tubes to pacifiers. Should hold him till his next growth spurt, but you never know. My brother’s been taking off work just to change his diapers. Each load’s a couple shovels full. He’s been teething on bald tires, … Continue reading NO SUCH LUCK