03/14/22: Ambush
We lost my dad 5 years ago. Half a decade that has passed at the same rate as a century, or the blink of an eye.
At least from the standpoint of length, this was going to be a much more substantial post. But I’m fooling myself into believing that less is more lately. So I’m not going to rush out some half-baked thoughts just to give you more content. Maybe I’ll blabber next time.
In sharp contrast to that philosophy:
It turns out Substack now has an app. The impact of which is intriguing. To me. So if you don’t like email, or the posts tend to get lost, know that this is an option now:
Hope you’re well. More soon…
-j
Jason, as always, thanks for sharing. I'm with you, I lost my Mom 6 years ago. This is a great comic, my retiree Dad is always "puttering around". Christ, that could be his kitchen! Peace and love!
Great stuff man! I lost my dad twenty years ago and it messed me up. Just now realizing that so I hope you don’t keep that stuff bottled up like me.