Seven Years Later

I haven't forgotten. Anthony is the only four-year-old fireman I know of. He calls himself "Fireman Anthony" and me "Fireman Daddy" and has a collection of toy firetrucks next to his bed, along with a real LAFD helmet his uncle got him. He keeps his fireman boots by the side of his bed like a … Continue reading Seven Years Later


One Year Later

Last night, Ann slapped me on the knee and reminded me of something I had forgotten about. “Hey, tomorrow will be one year since your operation!” Really? Already? Damn. Yes, if you can believe it or not, it has been one year since I went under the knife to have hernia repair surgery. (Well, technically … Continue reading One Year Later