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And What My 5 year old Father Hoped He'd See

Today would have been my father Barry’s 92nd birthday. I’ve gotten quieter and quieter about my father since he died onMay 6, 2020. There’s so much to process. I do talk to him, and sometimes I hear his voice. What I’d forgotten was how we used to laugh.

Today I sat out in the sun at a cafe at last reading his 2012 book: Cocktails With Molotov—An Odys…