Last night I went to meet my brother Eric and his girlfriend at Los Angeles International Airport (LAX). They had a long layover, so Tim and I picked them up, took them to their hotel, had dinner with them, and then came home. It’s the longest trip I’ve made in four years. I’ve changed completely…
The joys of having a nonfunctional brain
February 22, 2014
The last coherent thing my father said to me was, “It’s hell when your brain doesn’t work.” Since I’d been knocked for a loop by the knowledge that we’d come to the end of the road, and now he’d have to go into hospice, I spoke without thinking. “Well, think of it as a vacation,”…