Storms & Marlboros

I’d driven to Cleveland to enlist in the Coast Guard, because of him — he always admonished service. Service, not in the jingoist sense, rather a chance to develop character, self-reliance. He was always moving forward. Even when the cancer had chewed him to just gristle, he rode down to Save-A-Lot on the road-and-trail. I got a call: Dad fell in the parking lot. Luckily, a neighbor was there to lift the bike off him — he’s home resting. He was on…

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Poet; Quadriplegic; Rust Belt; Zen; Zazen; Pop Culture;

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