Hanging belly Stories

It was mid-Saturday morning in late spring, and I was meeting my dad for breakfast at Tackles, his favorite sports bar. It was his Saturday tradition, and he loved that they opened early on the weekend. The bar was old and cozy and filled with sports artifacts, tchotchkes, and old memorabilia. Playing football for the home team, my dad was a permanent fixture on the walls and in person. The bar fit in with the rest of the...