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We went to a beach wedding last fall. Sweet B came along—had a fine time rockin’ out—and the bride and groom have kindly sent us this photo… …which reminded me of this photo, circa 1986, with H, on the way … Continue reading
Monthly Archives: February 2013
Dad had a fall the other day. Heading out with Paul to walk to the Post Office, he missed a step and went down into a pile of snow. Uninjured, he carried on down Main Street. But when they returned, … Continue reading
That’s me, as I’m sure you can tell, all swaddled up in my dad’s arms. It’s January, 1948, probably on my trip home from the hospital. (The car, I’m pretty sure, is a mid ’30s Auburn.) He would just have … Continue reading
My dad’s been failing for some time. About a year ago, we brought him down to live in the apartment over our garage. This wasn’t easy in let me count the ways, and it wasn’t until summer that he allowed … Continue reading