Using tongs, Jim Moran sticks a long, thin piece of wire into the small but very hot fire of the blacksmith’s forge.
When he removes the metal, the tip is white hot.
Growing up, my father worked second shift, which for a while meant that we only saw him for long periods of time on the weekend, when Dad would try to cram in as much family time as possible. When I was around 8, though, I decided that it was time for a new plan. I’d go to bed when Mom told me to, then hide up in my room and come back downstairs after she was asleep. Dad would come home at 11 to find me waiting up for him in my jammies....
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