I've come to realize life's one warped-yet-fascinating David Foster Wallace-size novel..complete with run-on sentences galore. A series of stories, plot turns & quirky characters. Things that don't make sense until they do. This blog tells some of my stories. If they seem boring or inconsequential, keep reading. The good part's next.
Saturday, August 29, 2009
RIP Teddy, In His Own Words
"My brother need not be idealized, or enlarged in death beyond what he was in life; to be remembered simply as a good and decent man, who saw wrong and tried to right it, saw suffering and tried to heal it, saw war and tried to stop it."