Pearl Harbor Remembrance Day: For Frank

Sorry that I am a day late with my yearly re-post of this essay from 2012. I hope you enjoy it nonetheless.

[Intermezzo] Wherein I Offer You a Few Disjointed but Heartfelt Memories of My Dead Friend Frank on Pearl Harbor Remembrance Day

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For Frank on National Pearl Harbor Remembrance Day

It’s that time of year again.

This was originally published here on 7 December 2012. In what has become an annual tradition, I am re-posting it today in honor of its subject, my buddy Frank.

Intermezzo: Wherein I Offer You a Few Disjointed but Heartfelt Memories of My Dead Friend Frank on Pearl Harbor Remembrance Day 

National Pearl Harbor Remembrance Day

It’s that day of the year again.

A Small Press Life: Books. Art. Writing. Life. Tea.

This was originally published here on 7 December 2012. In what is turning into an annual tradition, I am re-posting it today in honor of its subject, my buddy Frank.

[Intermezzo] Wherein I Offer You a Few Disjointed but Heartfelt Memories of My Dear Friend Frank on Pearl Harbor Remembrance Day

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National Pearl Harbor Remembrance Day

This was originally published here on 7 December 2012. In what is turning into an annual tradition, I am re-posting it today in honor of its subject, my buddy Frank.

[Intermezzo] Wherein I Offer You a Few Disjointed but Heartfelt Memories of My Dear Friend Frank on Pearl Harbor Remembrance Day

[Intermezzo] Wherein I Offer You a Few Disjointed but Heartfelt Memories of My Dead Friend Frank on Pearl Harbor Remembrance Day

This was originally published on 7 December 2012. I am re-posting it today in honor of its subject, my buddy Frank.

A Small Press Life: Books. Art. Writing. Life. Tea.

Dear World,

Frank died at 87 1/2 years old. Picture this: When he was a tow-headed little boy, just a toddler, his parents dressed him in short pants and a striped shirt and posed him on the hood of the family Model T, grinning. Feisty. He was named after a prominent ancestor, Benjamin Franklin, and they shared more than a name: both were brilliant, larger-than-life, charismatic. Actually, he came from a long line of characters: a grandfather who died, in his 90s, as the result of a bar fight, a father who was an early aviator. That family bred their men big, bold, and memorable. Frank, my Frank, my friend, came of age during the Great Depression. He had an older brother, equally brilliant; when it came time for Frank to attend college in ’37 or ’38, there was no money left. None. His brother had the degree that Frank…

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Daily Prompt: My Best Friend

Do I believe in the concept of best friends? Of course I do! See below:

Al and Nic

Al and Nic: Goofing off.

We’re 98% the same person. She’s my best friend, my sister from another mother, my platonic other half. Nic is one of the handful of things that makes life precious, and worth living.

“Promise me you’ll always remember: You’re braver than you believe, and stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think.”-A.A. Milne

On Bees and Efs: The Daily Prompt

Daily Diversion #198: View from the Party

I didn’t post anything yesterday, because it was my lovely best friend’s birthday. I was too busy partying it up at a place with incredible views. Like this:

Pretty Party View

Pretty Party View

“Don’t walk behind me; I may not lead. Don’t walk in front of me; I may not follow. Just walk beside me and be my friend.”-Albert Camus

Mostly It Is Loss/Our Revels Are Now Ended

For my friend Glen, who died yesterday.

Arthur Schopenhauer Quote

Arthur Schopenhauer Quote

“Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits and Are melted into air, into thin air: And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp’d towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on, and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.”-William Shakespeare, The Tempest

Daily Diversion #96: Playing Hooky

I have so  much writing and editing to do this weekend. My to-do list numbers in the dozens. Before I get the productivity ball rolling, I need to unwind. Today, this means Margaritas and silliness with my best friend. Check this space tomorrow for normal posts. Until then, I am unwinding.

Parrot on the shoulder

Parrot on the shoulder, and one of my favourite wordsmiths on my chest.

“Make your interactions with people transformational, not just transactional.”-Patti Smith

Margaritas

Margaritas