I’m the son who never left the gas station. While my brother went to law school and my sister mar- ried into money, I stayed and turned wrenches with Dad until my hands looked like his. They called me the grease monkey…
It was the kind of joke my family had been telling for so many years that nobody remembered when it started.”Here comes the grease monkey.”My brother Ethan would say it …
I’m the son who never left the gas station. While my brother went to law school and my sister mar- ried into money, I stayed and turned wrenches with Dad until my hands looked like his. They called me the grease monkey… Read More