January, 2009

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The Undying Issue…

Friday, January 23rd, 2009

Like most people I know, I watched the Inauguration this week. Historic and uplifting. Two things I can’t often say about our government’s activity.

I’m excited to see what the future brings, and curious to see President Obama in action instead of as an icon on a poster.

He’s hit the ground running. And like I said before, Presidents always seem to start well.

Yet I find myself sickened by the same thing over and over. I keep trying to get past it… to hope I’ve seen the last news story, or mention, or visual. It’s like an infesting fog I can’t get away from… Click to continue »

Memories & Tributes…

Friday, January 2nd, 2009

I have a pretty small family.  My father is an only child, and my mother had a younger brother.  Steve, my uncle, died three years ago.  And yesterday I was walking my dog behind a scruffy guy smoking a cigarette.  He looked like my uncle.  The smell from his cigarette was exactly the same.

So it got me thinking about him again, and the significance of his death.  Thus, I’m posting the tribute I wrote almost exactly 3 years ago:

The Funeral

My uncle Steve was a ball of contradictions, and awash in unused potential. He was loner, nearly a hermit, but maintained a childlike connection to his mother. When a subject interested him he trapped information like a boa constrictor, squeezing every bit of fascinating usefulness out of what he learned. So he must have known the realities of his vices, but he never banished them. In the end it was the worst of him that got the upper hand. He died alone, brought to an early end by his favorite vice, smoking.

Those of us left to mourn him were now faced with reconciling the best of him with the worst of him. No one could deny his humor, his mind, or his passion for quiet solitude in the outdoors. And I found myself besieged anew by our similarities, and aware that my mind, my humor, and my yearning for wilderness solitude fall more in line with him than even my own father.

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