My Ride with the Wild Man
By Robert Borsch
For those of you who knew and those of you who didn't, my father, Wild Willie Borsch, had narcolepsy. That's a sleeping disorder where he could fall asleep at the wink of an eye, even at the starting line. You'll have to ask Mousie Marcellus about those times.
Well it was back in 1988. My dad and I went out to eat one night. We were in an old Jaguar he had restored. We were listening to old radio shows when we came to a stoplight. The light was long; he just stared straight ahead. I thought he fell asleep.
Just then, the light turned green. He slammed the pedal to the floor, throwing me back into my seat. I looked back over at him and saw he had his hand clutched tight to the door, just as he used to do in his altered. He let up, looked at me, and tried to smile. I could see his eyes watering up. It was then that I knew just how much my dad missed