Summary
LATELY, I've been seeing my dad everywhere. That wouldn't sound uncommon if it weren't for the fact that my father died on Nov. 2, 1994.
It's probably because Father's Day is Sunday. Or maybe it's just a part of mid-life. But my father has been much on my mind. As I walk around Manhattan, memories flood like the roads of Hackensack after a rain.See the full content of this document
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Remembering Dad in Stereophonic Sound
My father and I were not close in a traditional way. He didn't play ball. I didn't play. He didn't wear old flannel shirts. I didn't wear flannel shirts, old or new.
We had very little in common. But we h...See the full content of this document
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