[I wrote the following passages in two separate sections over two separate days.] Part I – 2:00 a.m. San Francisco Time, Wednesday, Nov. 14, 2001The call I was dreading came just ten minutes ago – an unhappy, middle-of-the-night call — word from my exhausted and grief-stricken mother that her mother’s long battle was over and…
I am inordinately proud of all my grandparents, proud of their heritage and what they did and gave to us. All of them worked extremely hard under difficult circumstances to bring, in their own way, the basics of life, love, and happiness to their families. We enjoy the blessed lives we have in no small…
I used the road and some parallel ones once in 1975 to get from our house in Oklahoma to my aunt’s house in Sherman, TX. My cousins had been staying with us. Our grandparents, in their Ford Torino, took us to Sherman. We spent the night and came back to Duncan. It was hot. Damn…
