He also worked as a landscaper, bookie, and bartender in Great Barrington, where we lived. My mother, for reasons unclear to me at the time, arranged for me to spend the day with my father at the shop. When she dropped me off that morning, it was awkward from the start. The pungent smell of spray paint propellant permeated my nostrils and cooled the back of my throat. Dark, dusty, workbenches with various tools were strewn haphazardly around the perimeter of the garage.