A Boyhood at Reds: Growing Up in My Dads Neighborhood Bar
My childhood wasn’t your typical suburban sprawl – it was steeped in the smoky aroma of beer, the clinking of glasses, and the laughter of regulars. Red’s, my dad’s neighborhood bar, wasn’t just a place to grab a drink; it was the heart of our community, a stage for life’s dramas, and my own personal …
