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Time alone. Thinking about Pirooz again today. It was hard for us not to drop everything and fly to Houston. I was still scanning last minute flights at 11:00 last night hoping that the prices might have magically dropped even though after a dozen previous searches I knew that was unlikely to be the case.… Continue reading Remembering…
What can I possibly say? How can this be? It was 28 years ago when he walked through the front door, wrapped both his arms around me, planted a huge kiss on my cheek, and then cackled with laughter at my surprise. It was the first time I’d ever laid eyes on him. Who was… Continue reading On the Loss of a Friend
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