75
Today my father would have been 75 years old, had he not succumbed to complications from prostate cancer nearly three...
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Floppy puppy
Between five and six this morning, I had a pretty awful dream. I was somehow in a big grungy rusty white panel van with my family, who I guess were visiting town. Except it wasn'...
Memories of my father's memory
Clearing out my inbox (a task that requires a pitchfork, a shovel, and high-volume hose), I ran across an email from a old, old family friend who had known my father since they were young together...
Immortality
I have no illusions of immortality Or do I? The way I shovel known poisons into my mouth Shout motherfucker at drivers who cut me off The way I still haven't put up the...
I don't believe it: a rambling reminiscence from my father's funeral
My deepest thanks to everyone who posted or called or sent cards on the occasion of my father's...
Resisting being jerked around
You thought I was done with Christopher Bigelow's post, but I was only taking a little breather. After declaring that it's probably too late for him to change his ways anyway, even...