Hughie Lewis was a mountain of a man, with massive thighs and powerful muscles, and he could lift, move, control matter in a way, it seemed to us, no one else could. As his daughters, my sister and I fancied him something of a superhero.
One Sunday afternoon, my 22-year-old daughter Teresa made an unscheduled trip to the E.R. with a very strange—and potentially dangerous—sign of brain injury.
