I didn’t keep a journal

  He is 33 tomorrow.  A good age, waist deep into exploring, into being.  Old enough to understand his strengths and weaknesses.  Old enough to have a wife.  Old enough for his style to freeze (hipster professor).  (Mostly just professor, but I like to watch his face when he reads these.)  Old enough to know... Continue Reading →

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