It’s not common to be friends with your friends’ dads, but Gerald was my friend. Funny and bright and excellent with words. He was the editor of The Ledger Dispatch, the Amador County Newspaper, after all. He also worked at the hardware store. And at the bowling alley.
One night, we all decided to order dirty martinis at the Amador County Fair after the destruction derby, and I tried to keep up with him. To this day, it is the…
