Rick Bragg Southern Journal Stepfather S Day
I think the boy might turn out all right. Next year he goes to college, far from me and any bad habits I have left to teach. His name is Jake. When he was 11, I taught him how to cheat at cards. “You didn’t teach me,” he said. “I just caught you.” I taught him how to throw a punch at 12. He drew a peace sign on his shirt....