When you’re very young, Dad is the inescapable presence who towers over you, who can easily hold back all your mad, flailing energy using only one hand. Later on he'll play the part of the almighty judge who determines whether your teenaged social life momentarily lives or dies, with his verdict of car keys: yes or car keys: no. And if your father’s lucky enough to live a long life, he’ll grow old and frail before your eyes; it’s then you’ll know what pathos is and what love really means. St. Louis artist Frank Enger charts the final phase of his own father’s life... More >>>