My father, Ed Leo. One of his legs is made out of wood, because he left the real one in an army field hospital in 1944. He had been a professional boxer, but the war put the kibosh on that career, and so he became a tool grinder. He was a pretty regular guy, and the only book I ever remember him reading was No Time for Sergeants, but he yelled with laughter reading that book. I was amazed, but then not so amazed, at the hundreds of people that came out for his funeral, lining down the block on Fifth Street…
by Dan Leo