Armagideon Time

Posts tagged ‘me and my dad’

It had been a typical Monday thus far. I’d finished sorting out the previous weekend’s data dump and took care of any outstanding request tickets. All that remained was to ride out the rest of my shift before making the long drive back to Woburn. Then my cell started buzzing, and its caller ID said […]

It’s a long-standing tradition in my family to offer help with the understanding that you will never be required to follow through with it. The gesture is symbolic, a substitute for more direct expressions of affection. Other families say “I love you.” Mine says “Let me know if you need help with that thing.” I […]

Sometime around the end of November, I got a text from my brother asking if I’d spoken with our dad recently. He was worried because he could barely understand a thing the old man said during their latest phone conversation, and thought something bigger might be going on. I didn’t think too much of it. […]

There’s always room

June 3rd, 2013

Spend enough time around a person and you’ll find that you’ve adopted a number of their idiomatic peculiarities. It’s why my lexicon includes such grandma-proven standards as “it’s the berries” or “creeping Moses” as well as a slew of Irishisms subconsciously appropriated from my Hibernian in-laws. The process works both ways. For every article of […]

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