Big, burly and bearded, Rocky was a biker; tough as a nail. He was my dad…and a pretty good “housewife,” too.
Today’s story is from Lora Jarocki.
We lived in Mountain Home, Idaho, a very small town. Mom, a Civil Engineer with the Air Force, traveled for work. With her away so much, Dad raised my sister and me.
When I was 9, Mom was assigned to South Korea. She would be gone a whole year.
Dad said, “You and I are the grownups now.” Together, we would take care of my little sis, the house and ourselves.
All was so good. Then lice came to town. “Epidemic,” they said.