fathers and sons
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Laughter never fades
Father’s Day. A bit pretentious of a title for a holiday, but it is what it is. ‘Dad’s Day’ just doesn’t have the panache – except to me, because I had my dad. Dad died in 1986 – now more than half my life ago, which is an interesting realization to come to – I… Continue reading
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Everything is on the table
Our kitchen table is an heirloom in training. Sitting alone at this table with open notebook, a pen, and a fresh cup of coffee in the early morning light of day I can, with an angular glance, see the extensive preparation and practice for remembrance that it has already put in. At a mere sixteen-years,… Continue reading
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“Yes, we have no bananas”. But we do have the trees.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HygopC4S5W0 I am always on the lookout for good deals, and while driving around New Orleans one early August Sunday, I spied a potted palm tree sitting on a curb with a sign that said ‘Free Banana Palm.’ Deals don’t get much better than that. A palm tree to decorate for Christmas is something my… Continue reading
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Blind sided
The other night, son Will, the high-school-junior-to-be, was assisting me with a handyman project. We had to hang two new blinds in our living room windows, after removing the hardware for the old, broken ones. Those with engineering degrees need not apply. We got this. One of the blind brackets needed to go in the… Continue reading
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Like Son, Like Father, Like Wow, Man
“You young kids and your crazy ideas.” That’s a phrase my thirteen-year old son Sam uses dryly when a topic comes up and I refer to something from the past, or throw in some sort of archaic phrase like ‘groovy’ into a dinner table conversation. One of Sam’s favorite treats is a cold Dr.Pepper; so… Continue reading