Dec 9, 2022
5 min read
I’m Afraid of the Big Bad Wolf
When I was a boy, I was afraid of the Big Bad Wolf. It started when my dad brought home a Three Little Pigs record album, a Disney promotion he’d received for filling his tank at a Union 76 station. He left the album on my bed and as soon as I saw those sharp teeth and menacing eyes, I was terrified.
My brother Mark picked up on my fears and sang, “Who’s Afraid of the Big Bad Wolf,” happy he’d finally found a…
