
The strap broke on Dad’s travel bag today, the one he used over his last few years whenever he visited me. I don’t normally Continue reading
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The strap broke on Dad’s travel bag today, the one he used over his last few years whenever he visited me. I don’t normally Continue reading
Jack Woodward would have turned 92 today. Here is the eulogy I wrote about my father. Please excuse more typos than usual. It’s a hard document for me to edit.
To understand the kind of life Jack Woodward lived, all you had to do was look him in the face. He wasn’t born with that nose, that indomitable schnauz — he earned it the hard way, one punch at a time. And the dentures? He didn’t lose his teeth all at once, but he lost his top front pair just after boot camp, catching a bar stool across the mouth. The big wrinkles were chiseled by 87 years, the fine wrinkles from smoking nearly as long. His workingman’s tan never quite faded. But the thing I always noticed, and will remember most, was his lopsided grin.
I live in a subdivision purposely designed to defeat traffic, discouraging short-cutters and burglars with twisty streets and cul-de-sacs. Since moving in a few years ago, I’ve called the police twice on minor matters, Continue reading
I woke up the night before last with a backache. As I shuffled in the dim light toward my office where I keep the Aleve, I passed the hallway mirror and saw Continue reading
It was very foggy when I walked the dogs last night. It felt like being in an episode of “Outlander” except the ground was flat and my kilt was period-incorrect (it’s from the Rowdy Roddy Piper collection).
Yesterday was Day One of Getting Back After It 2017. Continue reading