Dear Dad;
Dear Dad,why did you have to go and die? it has been 15 years now and I would really like to tell you what is up. I am now one of those middle aged new york guys in torn jeans, a leather jacket and (oberlin) baseball cap. I take Zora to the bus in the morning and pick her up in the afternoon. In between I try to be brilliant with respect to the future of academia and get the laundry done.
It is a pretty good life, except for my ongoing anxiety over my financial future, or lack there of (for which I hold you partially responsible, especially the dieing part).
Jane sent me your list of questions and they are over my desk - still working on that set. But I have gotten pretty far along with the "live the question" point and I rarely apologize for the food (you probably don't even remember that one).
So Lester Young is on the cd player (so much music I would love to play for you), I need another cup of coffee, and if I don't move fast, someone will get the washers ahead of me,
love you and miss you,
lewis
posted by leg4 @ 08:04
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