NPR’s Tiny Desk Concerts take me to my happiest of happy places. Thomas Mars, j’adore!
Oh, the Playground Love. FYI, I am probably getting 1901 tattooed on me at some point. Now you know.
Weird stuff going down with the family. A death will do that, I guess. I hate dramaz, though. I’ll say no more.
Dad’s memorial is Sunday. I am trying to write something but having a hard time.
I’ll say this: I have a few memories of Dad that make me laugh, but not many. But the one I come back to time and time again is his love for the movie My Cousin Vinny. I never would have seen THAT coming. And it’s all because of Marissa Tomei. He fell in love with her a little, I think.
At least he sure talked about her like he did.