Read on blog or Reader James Callahan posted: " I was eight, maybe nine, and it should havechanged my world to see that my father wasa mere mortal – flesh and bones and blood,but it only made him more of a supermanto me, impervious to torn flesh and oozingblood – deep red and opaque seeping fromthe ga" James Callahan Read on blog or Reader Look… James Callahan February 11 I was eight, maybe nine, and it should have changed my world to see that my father was a mere mortal – flesh and bones and blood, but it only made him more of a superman to me, impervious to torn flesh and oozing blood – deep red and opaque seeping from the gash on his knuckle, layers of skin torn away by a trowel as he gardened and I played nearby; "Look," was all he said and I peered into his wound to see the bright white of his bone exposed, a little knob of pearl between the serrated opening, he bent his finger and it danced, and for once I said nothing, for almost fifty years; such a display should cure the myth of paternal immortality, but it's effect was the exact opposite. Comment Like You can also reply to this email to leave a comment.

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