I Was Ashamed My Dad Was Just a Grease-Stained Mechanic — Until After He Died and I Learned Who He Really Was
“I Thought My Father Was Just a Greasy Mechanic — Until His Funeral Revealed the Truth” The sound of his old Harley made my skin crawl in high school. Every time Frank—my father—pulled up, engine growling, beard flying in the wind, leather vest spotted with oil, I wanted to disappear. While my friends’ parents drove…