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

bottles into my coat pocket and walked the four blocks back to Delaware Street, the sky turning the color of wet slate as the afternoon began to fade.

The light was on in the detached garage behind our yellow clapboard house. I could hear the low, rhythmic scrape of sandpaper against wood before I even opened the side door.

My father, Gary, was leaning continue reading …