Memories of A Man I’ll Call “Eddie”

Last night I learned another friend had fallen sick. This time, the illness was lymphoma. When I got the news, he was already in the ICU, hooked up to all sorts of things that go beep in the night. This morning, I learned he’d died. In calling this man a friend, I exaggerate a little. [Read More...]

May Perpetual Wall Posts Shine Upon Them

I haven’t visited my dad’s grave since I helped — per religious custom — to spade the dirt back into it. It’s in Upstate New York, about three hours north of the City. Since his death, ten years ago, I’ve made several trips to Manhattan, but these stays were so brief, and undertaken on such [Read More...]