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A STRANGE KIND OF MILESTONE
By the time you will read this, I will pass a very significant milestone. Well, two. One is my 65th birthday – which I am proud to admit to. The second is outliving my father, who died just short of his 65th birthday: thirty-eight years ago. His name was James Stephenson, and during the course Continue reading
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SWIMMING THE HUDSON
A former colleague named Steve will soon be swimming around Manhattan Island. Steve was born the same day as my father. March 29th, so during the years we worked together I always remembered his birthday. Except that my father left this world years before I met Steve. My relationship with my father was complicated. He Continue reading
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Barth
BARTH-town in Germany where my father was a prisoner of war in WWII I like to think my heart is as hard as stone, cool and glinting; tested by the upheaval of life and lives to know better than to cry for personal and planetary histories that have long gone by. And yet today I Continue reading
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