My father was the most negative person I’ve ever known. If he’d won $20 million in a lottery, he would’ve gone into several years of depression that it wasn’t $40 million. My mother said that he wasn’t always like that. Going by the conversations we had right before he died, it’s clear that he didn’t…
Down the Orinoco with my father
June 4, 2014
My father Edward Wictor was a complete stranger. Since his death on February 23, 2013, he’s become even more of a mystery. Dad wrote three unpublished memoirs that are nearly impossible to read. Like the film Pulp Fiction, they don’t follow a chronological narrative. Instead, they jump around in time and place, they contain almost…
Good-bye, pessimists. I’m sorry.
October 19, 2013
My father Edward Joseph Wictor was the most pessimistic person I’ve known. His favorite pronouncements were, “It’s really scary” and “Nothing’s ever gonna get better.” Here’s Dad at the age of twenty-three in 1951, serving in the U.S. Coast Guard at LORAN Station Bikati. Dad being Dad, the only thing I know about his time…