My father was a writer. He wrote all of his life, inflicting upon many of us his novels, plays, articles, essays, and self-help books. Some were marvelous; some merely well-intentioned. But of all the things he wrote, his journal is his legacy: by turns wise and bewildering, it neared 1,100 type-written pages when he died in 2010. Although perused many times, this is the first time it will be read - cover to cover, page after page.
Sunday, October 23, 2011
Challenger
All across America, I suppose people are having the same conversation. Reporting on what happened with the kids and what neighbors and relatives had to say. Or else it is about work, who called or cancelled. It seems mundane, and that in a way makes it substantive as well. It keeps things alive and offers continuity.
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Challenger,
children,
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