My neighborhood bar is where I learned my father had been coming for twenty years before I started going there and now I understand him differently but he died before I could talk to him about it.
More people experience this than they realize.
Finding the spaces where our parents were themselves, separate from their role as our parents, can be both illuminating and heartbreaking, especially when the opportunity for conversation is gone.
“Where Are You with Third places — bars libraries parks barbershops?”
If this sounds familiar, the Library can help you find the bigger picture.