My Father Called Me a Disgrace for Driving Trucks and Made Sure the Whole Family Heard It on Christmas Night

argument. My uncles Warren and Edgar followed. Their wives followed. Their children followed. Distant cousins whose names I had to work to remember followed. The fence-sitters wavered for a moment and then my grandfather Everett’s voice came across the room.

“Come on,” he said, in a tone that brooked nothing. “I don’t have all day.”

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