FEARLESS MEMOIR: 'World's Fair' (Chapter 9)
Category: WELLNESS
While we were in the United States pavilion, I would look over at Daddy and see him grinning and looking at me. It was his silly grin -- at least, I always thought it made him look silly. I knew he hadn't had anything to drink, so I suppose he was trying to see all the things in the pavilion through my eyes.
By James Stack, Contributor
Novelist, poet, memoirist and playwright., 2012-08-19