Time Is A Dictator
"And then one day you look in the mirror—how old—and you say, 'Where did the time go?'"
Last week, I flew to Los Angeles for the funeral of a dear family friend. If you read Strung Out, you might recall “Ken and Olga,” my parents’ best friends, who played an integral role in my life, offering stability and support throughout my childhood. Unfortunately, Ken unexpectedly died earlier this month.
He was my father’s best friend for 57 years. …
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