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Thursday, June 9, 2011


I was asleep, alone in my room in the darkness of night.  My mother, who had been dead for several years, appeared in the doorway.  Was I asleep, was I awake?  I cannot say.  She looked at me and said, “It’s your father.”

By now I was surely awake, and checked the clock.  4 AM.  It would be midnight in California.  My logical brain said, “Don’t be silly.  You can call in the morning.”  And so I waited.

At 7 AM Pacific time I dialed my father’s number.  He answered.   

“How are you?” I asked.  “Fine,” he said.

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