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Sorry I missed your birthday yesterday, Dad. I did get my calendar reminder, and woah, you’d be 87. Twenty years ago you were in Phoenix to climb Camelback Mountain for a special day. And the last one we celebrated together for your 75th is bittersweet with sadness and foreboding.

Our birthdays less than a week apart, we shared our Taurus signs, for all the foofah that is astrology. but we shared that.

I find myself relishing the time working in my yard, landscaping and nurturing the land, just like that guy i remember dutifully cutting the grass and trimming those monstrous forsythia bushes. And trying to get that dogwood tree to thrive.

It feels familiar.

I remember noticing at social events you tended more to listen than talk.

It feels familiar.


With much fondness I remember how much you enjoyed devouring those steamed crabs during our summers at Ocean City. You would have enjoyed that tasty Black Pepper crab I ate in Singapore. Those folks were kind of lightweights at this! You are supposed to go at it for hours.

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It feels familiar.

Then again, I am not regular about washing my truck- you did your car weekly! I am at a frequency measured in months or years. But like your little notebook of numbers, I find myself keeping track (spreadsheet) of maintenance even keeping track of miles per gallon (though in an app on my phone).

It feels familiar.

I’m thinking of that road trip we did in 1988 when you came out to visit me in Arizona. It was that switch from the old days when you planned our summer vacations.

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I’m heading to the Grand Canyon in june to do a hike rim to rim, not anything we did together, but I’m thinking how much you’d enjoy reading about it and seeing the photos.

It should feel familiar.

It gets hard to fathom you’ve been gone for 12 years. I want to hold all that is familiar in my heart.

Thinking of you “Old Man”

(and the reply would have been, “And I am thinking of you, Junior”)

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An early 90s builder of the web and blogging Alan Levine barks at on web storytelling (#ds106 #4life), photography, bending WordPress, and serendipity in the infinite internet river. He thinks it's weird to write about himself in the third person.


  1. Alan, you really love your Mum and Dad. I wish I had been an overseas exchange student living with your family 30 years or so back. Knocking around with you and your family would be so special. Brings a lump to my throat and a tear to my eye.

  2. So many memories in those pictures of dad! He did love those crabs! I too think of him every weekend when I take my weeder and pull out the dreaded dandelions! I pull it out of the ground and say, “this one is for you, dad!’ Not a day goes by that I don’t think of him and mom and miss them. Thanks for your beautiful words!

  3. Love those pictures–especially the one from my backyard on Murdock rd. Great memories…I still feel guilty when I go to the car wash instead of hand washing my car!

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