One Carpenter Spent His Savings to Keep Five Young Siblings in His Woodshop

at a flea market in Lima, Ohio, seven years ago,” I said. “The same red plastic, the same missing front wheel. I bought it for fifty cents. I keep it on my office desk next to my ledger.”

I rubbed my thumb against my palm, where the dry skin from weeks of sanding had finally started to heal.

“It is the only thing I have that belongs to that afternoon,continue reading …