By Mark | February 4, 2020
Quite often, I find myself thinking things like, “If not for this one thing having happened, I likely wouldn’t be where I am today.” I wonder, for instance, if my father hadn’t gotten into an accident that kept him from shipping off for Vietnam, how my life might have turned out differently. Or I start […]
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By Mark | August 20, 2019
If you’re reading this in the future, and want to send a cyborg back in time in order to keep me from being born, so that I don’t destroy Skynet, or do whatever terrible and awesome thing it is that I’m going to do in my remaining years here on earth, this is where you […]
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The family and I have spent the last four days in the Maine woods, where my aunt and her husband had rented a cabin so that our extended family could celebrate my father’s 75th birthday together. Aside from falling in Maine’s largest lake while completely clothed, having to scrub vomit from the upholstery of a […]
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This is my great grandfather, Curtis Florian. He was the father of my dad’s mother. According to my dad, this particular photo was taken of him in 1915, as World War I was getting underway. My great grandfather would have been about 23 years old at the time. He was a tobacco farmer in Kentucky, […]
