A steady stream of people came in, and the phone rang off the hook. Dad even called in Charlie, his assistant manager, who normally had Saturdays off. The two of them handled the big things – instrument and equipment sales, guitar repairs, and so on. I manned the phones and took care of the small...
I could tell by the way Mom gripped the back of the kitchen chair that I’d surprised her. Setting a pitcher of lemonade and two glasses on the table, I slid into my seat. We’d just returned home from church – a practice Mom had not let me get out of, despite my reckless summer – and were about to...