Every Good Morning

For audio version click here My father could be charming and courtly. His manners were impeccable. He looked good in a sport jacket, his tie in a perfect Windsor knot, and in his uniform, he was a poster boy for handsome professionalism with a spine as straight as a girder. He believed in the door held open for women, the box step and the waltz, the good story to lift spirits and entertain. I saw […]

For audio version click here Twenty seven years old, only three years into his career, my father and one other Trooper drove into the aftermath of shootings and surging, furious crowds and a deep, complex, violent labor history. This is the lead of the news story that describes the day: “Gunshot fire rang out, clubs were wielded and stones hurled in a violent clash between private detectives and bootleg miners at the scene of the new stripping […]