“That Bank Closed in the ’80s,” My Father Scoffed—The Account Was Very Much Still There

kept me up at night. “You’re good at what you do,” he said once after I described a complicated job. “You solve problems. You make things work. That’s a gift, Declan.” When I tried to dismiss it as just electrical work, he shook his head. “What happens when the power goes out in a hospital? What happens when the lights fail in a home where a child continue reading …