The Message From My Son That Forced An Impossible Choice – The Archivist

company that moved goods across this country mile by mile, delivery by delivery.

But inside my chest, something went very, very quiet.

Security.

In the company I started forty-five years ago with one truck and a dream that was mostly desperation.

On land I’d paid off one mile at a time, one contract at a time, one year of grinding work at a time.

My son—my continue reading …