Seventy Pound Baby from Port Jervis Reclaims His Life After TV Fame

by a phone call that my mother was never allowed to receive.

I stood there in the growing dark, my joints aching from the damp river air that always rolled in after sunset.

A single dry leaf scraped across the asphalt of the empty parking lot.

The next morning, the kitchen on Delaware Street was cold when I let myself in.

My mother was continue reading …