Dad’s Truck

This is my dad and me in his old pickup outside Dover.

The truck has no business still running, but he says the same thing about himself and laughs every time. He worked maintenance for the same school district for thirty-four years. Boiler rooms, broken lockers, roof leaks, snow mornings when he left before anyone else was awake.

He was not the kind of man who gave speeches. He showed love by fixing things before you knew they were broken.

I put him here because Delaware is full of people like Dad — steady, useful, and easy to overlook until you realize they held everything together.