This year I will turn 50. When the topic comes up, my mother shakes her head in disbelief. I shake my own head, too. If I’m 50 that makes my brother 54, my dad 82, and my mom 79. Both in the final chapters of their lives.
Today is January 27, 2020. It would normally be an insignificant weekday. I am nearly 2,500 miles away from them, my parents and brother. It is gray and 30 degrees outside, the usual shitty weather that Pittsburgh graces us with every other day. …
Why is Los Angeles so good at hosting the Olympics? Does California actually have too few earthquakes? What’s in all those container ships we send back to China? Who’s protecting us from alien life — and alien life from us?
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