I recently came across something I wrote a year after my dad died. It was about his own friend dying many years earlier, and I had to be the one to tell him. Discovered the story again, and it still kicks me in the gut, but maybe, I thought, it was because it was my dad, our story. So I sent it to an editor to consider for publication, and Purple
Mike Mayerisms Grandpa Wisdom
Today would have been my father’s 75th birthday. To honor him, I present here a partial list of Mike Mayer-isms, and encourage you to stick a finger in the cake at your next party. Colder than a witch’s tit in July. “Get your foot off the clutch!” Jesus H. Christ You’re a wart on the ass of progress. TURN. OFF. THE. LIGHTS. Humpin’ Jesus. Pay cash. Drive that car like it was made to
Famous Funny Last Words
My dad died thanks to that asshole, lifesuck pancreatic cancer. On this somber anniversary, I want to share some of his very last, poignant words. (He had many others, and you can read about them here.) He went through a rapid decline, could barely swallow, and speaking was getting more and more difficult each day. We’d only get a few words out of him, every now and then. Sometimes he
Remembering Mike
The very same day of my last blog post back in January, my sister and I moved in with my parents to provide 24-hour care for my dad in his final days of fighting that assfuck pancreatic cancer. Sadly and gladly, he’s gone, and I’m proud to say the obituary I wrote with his assistance went somewhat viral amongst the 20-odd members of his Pawling High School Class of ’58. Here’s what I proudly