“Your Brother Deserves It,” My Father Said — They Gave Him Everything

when it works out. By the time my father, Thomas, took over in the early nineties, it was a regional powerhouse—contracts across New England, sixty employees, the kind of name that meant something when you said it at a building site.

I was seven when Ryan was born. I remember my father’s face in the hospital waiting room when the nurse said, “It’s a continue reading …