Quiet Listening / The Last Guest

My father grew up in the slums of Boston in the 1940’s. When he was seven, my grandmother kicked my grandfather out, on account of too much drinking. The necessity that followed developed a compulsive and near infinite work ethic in my father. When I was a teenager, he explained to me that even though he had escaped poverty long ago, in his mind he was still running from it, and he could not bear to stop running.

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