August 2010
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The Beginning (of the End)
Some people ask, “What’s your favorite memory of your childhood?” or “What’s your favorite memory of your father?” Well, I guess I am lucky and cursed. When I think of my childhood, or my father, all I can think of are memories. Not the actual events, the anecdotes, the stories that comprise memories. Nope. All I can think of is memory. Or lack thereof.
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