Second Thoughts: Still in Harshaw, still at home
My father never touched alcohol, wouldn't allow it in the house.
But, without condemnation, he helped a drunken neighbor who stumbled to our home after crashing his car. Another time, my Dad quietly stayed up until dawn, watching over my brother who was seriously ill after drinking more than a human should.
Tom Herman was the sort of man who would invite nephews, neighbors and near-strangers for dinner -- and knew my mother would feed them.