Category Archives: Family

HeroesCon 2019: Day 2 — Nice Shirt

The day isn’t over yet, but I think I can bring us essentially up to date. I woke up around 7 this morning, wrote the previous post, and let the Spawn sleep in while I went downstairs to the hotel … Continue reading

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HeroesCon 2019: Day 1

As is the custom of our tribe, the Spawn and I are in Charlotte, NC, attending HeroesCon for what we are pretty sure is the ninth consecutive year. We got here yesterday, but wait! There’s more. *** During the summer … Continue reading

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Postscript

Because my parents were murdered near midnight on 12 Jun 09, I didn’t get the news for a few hours, with the first call letting me know something was wrong coming at 3:30 a.m. on 13 Jun. This morning, I … Continue reading

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Ten Years Past the Big Noise

Tonight at about 11:30, my parents will have been dead for ten years. My brother has been incarcerated for nearly that long, serving what has become two life sentences without the possibility of parole when he was convicted of the … Continue reading

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Sunday Potpourri: Sneakers with Wheels Edition

I’m gearing up to assemble the midterm exam for my Brit Lit survey kids, but meanwhile… *** Made a run to Real City yesterday, hitting my favorite cheap Chinese restaurant before settling down at the used media emporium. The drive … Continue reading

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My Parents’ Anniversary

Mom and Dad were married on 8 Jun 63, so this would have been their 56th anniversary. Mom had graduated from high school the day before; Dad had been out for a year, and had been taking art classes at … Continue reading

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Memorial Day, 2019

Once again, we remember. For Sgt. James Michial Moore, USA, KIA, Vietnam, and those before and after. Archibald MacLeish was an ambulance driver and artilleryman in World War I, and his brother, a naval aviator, was killed in 1918. This poem appeared … Continue reading

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