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The Call – Part One

The Call – Part One

Lee and me: The beginning of the end. And then there was one. The fact that five of the seven that comprised my family were already dead was indisputable. The sixth, my only full-blood brother (the one with the same blood mixture as me) was what I had come to think of...

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The Call – Part Two

The Call – Part Two

Lee and me: The end. Then again when he drank Dad’s morphine, I was at his ICU beside the next day, trying to coax him back. Like a reverse Horton Hears a Who episode…I was trying to reach him way down in Whoville… my voice getting smaller and smaller, diving down...

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Straightening Up

Straightening Up

When I was being shaped and baked in the oven of Berkeley in the sixties - being straight - as in socially conservative or aligning with the establishment was a liability, a slur. My brother Lee used to scorn “The Straighties” (pronounced Straight-teeez) along with...

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The Bomb, Joji, A Vermont Museum

The Bomb, Joji, A Vermont Museum

My brother Joji was born into post-bomb-drop Japan. A "brown-skinned-bastard" from a Black American soldier. I imagine his young Japanese mother, as the earth shook for a moment, then blew away. What could she have thought about the new world of sickness, terror and a...

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I’m Back

I’m Back

Just my luck! I moved to Vermont for a more peaceful life, and the craziness of the world just followed me here. Yes. Vermont is very much engaged in the fight for social justice. In my small town we have Trump supporters & graying hippies living side by side. And...

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