They Want to Drop a Bomb in My Father’s Name
By Stephen Rodrick••Rolling Stone
My father died while serving as a squadron commander and Navy pilot. When a request was made to attack Iran in his honor, I decided to take a road trip
I’m doomscrolling on Facebook — past puppy photos, Paul Schrader recounting his ayahuasca journey, hopeful dispatches from second and third marriages — when a post stops me. Someone says that he ask…