I’ve Got a Job in My Hip Pocket
By: Matt, October 23rd, 2006
Like something out of a John Prine song, my granddad was a carpenter. I say “was” but the use of the past tense is not entirely accurate. He worked as a professional carpenter from the late 1940s into the 1980s, at which point he went on full disability with a broken back.
The reality, however, is […]
