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Twenty-five years ago, at 5:21 p.m. on January 2, our priest pronounced me and Kim “husband and wife.” I’ve already blogged the awkward love story that eventually led to that moment, and I’ve shared a lot about our life together … Continue reading
During a trip to my Dad’s this weekend, I ventured into the basement — a catch-all storage area the size of the entire footprint of the house, wherein one might discover any sort of stray memory. He led me down there … Continue reading
With the whirlwind that today and tonight are going to be, I chose a song that’s simple and pretty, and perfectly captures the tone of Christmas Eve (once all of the commitments are over). It has one verse, sung a … Continue reading
If the subtitle grabbed your attention and raised any hackles, know that I used it ironically. I don’t like the phrase “white trash” for two reasons. First, the qualifier “white” implies that “trash” by itself is black, and I don’t … Continue reading
For an indeterminate amount of time in my memories of that period in my life, my older brother Walter set up a music station in the corner of our dining room. He had a turntable, headphones, and scads of LPs … Continue reading
Every November, the stacking would begin. We would pull the old Christmas LPs out of the storage compartment of the antique radio and out of the messy existing stack on the bottommost inset shelf in the wall in the corner … Continue reading