All Purls. No Swine.
It's always a risk to go sailing down rabbit holes, because you never know what you might turn up when you hit bottom. Thus, after a recent conversation with a family member about the previous paternal generation of Rights, and its love of the early 20th century music-hall oeuvre. My father and his siblings were… Continue reading My Lily of Laguna–My Lily and My Rose
I learned, many years ago, that when a loved one dies, the twelve months following is a year of "firsts." My first birthday without at least a phone call from Dad. The first Christmas without one of Michael's slightly off-color cards (which he loved so much). The first Mother's day without lunch or dinner at… Continue reading Love Song: Thee and Me
Well, it's been another experience. But like most of the foregoing in my life, not as unpleasant as it might have been, although occasionally a bit bizarre. As most of you know, Mr. Right (AKA "Frank T. Zbozny") died a little over a week ago, on July 3, 2020. His death was expected. But still… Continue reading The American Way Of Death, 2020 Edition