Reads  Bearing My Father’s Byline “I’m in your…

Reads: Bearing My Father’s Byline

“I’m in your way, aren’t I?” he asked me one day while I was driving him somewhere. “Ghosts of Manila” had just come out.

“What do you mean?”

“I’m still out there scuffling,” he said. “It would be easier for you if I was gone.”

I came to a stop sign, looked over at him and said, “I’d miss you.”

He looked out the passenger window and said, “I know.”

He died a year later.