Category Archives: grandfather

It’s a Privilege

Our grandfather was a roofer and he spent his whole life busting his ass to provide for his working class children and then his working class grandchildren and then, when he was 68 years old he was repairing a chimney … Continue reading

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Decade & a Half Much Like The Rest

The military industry has won year after year after year after years it’s just reruns war is certainly here to stay and we just blew up a Syrian army base without a trace of remorse and of course no one … Continue reading

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May 22, 2006

Ten years have flown by since the American Dream died when he breathed his last breath on that goddamned hospital bed and all I could do was scream and shout from my lungs top the illusion was over the bubble … Continue reading

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April 21, 2006: The day Poppy fell off a roof for the last time

written April 21, 2013 seven years ago today I was living in Portland, Maine, on my way home from work when I got the news that, for the second time in four years, my grandfather had fallen off a roof. … Continue reading

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