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I am wearing my father’s faded [The Christmas Ladder|olive drab fatigue shirt] from [Dawn at the Wall|Vietnam]. He [pictures of my father|died] five years and fifteen hours ago on the Austin [Blue Line] “El” platform by [cardiac arrest]. The platform is four blocks from the [Oak Park, Illinois|home] I was sleeping in at the time, he was waiting for the train to work. Like today here in Minnesota, a heavy snowfall had summoned itself upon. My dad had heart problems and trudging through the snow to the “El” was just too much.
Nine days before, I was in [Bangkok], [Thailand] awaiting a plane home after three months of living. I was tan and more skinny than usual and all the wind in my sails was carrying me back to America a changed man. I was strong and alive and waning indifference toward all the apathy and [swallowing rocks|sorrow] I had felt my whole life. I was secure and proud.
It isn’t often in life when a soul can resonate purity. True to told panache ambiance that radiates, reverberates, ripples rolling “r”s like a pirate. Awesome. I was that.
Then the phone call came and the police at the door and the hospital waiting room. My sail wilted and I felt all the tears.
Now is a different [Why bert hid the moon|story].
Now is a story of my life and it is sad too, but it is still [the sesame street effect|life].
I am wearing my father’s [Veteran’s day|olive drab fatigue] shirt from [Time stands still in the wake of yesterday|Vietnam]. It is covered in splotches of red and white [God is everywhere|paint]. I am also wearing his dog tags and two keys that remain on the chain. Also, I am wearing an oval crucifix that says on the back,
Paper bags are bags made of paper. The most common is a brown grocery bag that sometimes has handles. They are robust and large. People in America use these paper bags to carry groceries and then an infinite number of uses. Perhaps they will use them to store garbage, or recycling or anything they need to carry somewhere else. Sometimes [Oscar the grouch is not homeless|people] who drink on the street will use a paper bag to conceal the bottle they are drinking from so the authorities won’t hassle them. Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines.
A curious thing has happened in recent years. Paper bags have become decorated and replace wrapping paper to conceal gifts. This is very clever. One can give a gift in a paper bag, and then the bag can be reused! Wow.
I’m about to listen to [Bedrich Smetana|Ma Vlast]. Hold on to my feeling.
I havn’t yet mentioned my affection for Spanish Red wine, which I am drinking right now. The girls at the liquor store always put my red wine in paper bags with cardboard splices so the bottles don’t clink together.
I also have a place in Chicago where I go to get Pizza Puffs, [Chicago Style Hot Dogs], wet [Italian Beefs], [Gyros] and these paper bags are white and soak up all the seeped thru grease. They become transparent. Good ol’ paper bags.
You know what a paper bag [The end|is].
When my father died, just before my mom and I got in the cab home from the hospital, an orderly brought me two paper bags.
”Wassthis?” I asked.
”Your father’s possessions.” The nice lady said, handing me two brown paper grocery bags.
Inside were his clothes, his wallet and his wedding ring.
It looked like [ring|it] took a fall, the fall of his death. Like they had to pry it off his finger. I rolled the ring around on the tips of my fingers like...
The dog has to go out. I’ll be back in a moment, which is all we have.
I used to take the old brown paper shopping bags and make masks out of them, but the eyes were always too far apart so I couldn’t see.
So for a long time, the bags of his possessions rested where I left them, in the closet of the back room. I passed them upon time after time and only longed to dig through the pockets, but I didn’t dare. Until.
One day I emptied the bags onto the floor and hung his shirt and pants on a hanger. I took the tie he wore that day and draped it around my neck. Then, I took the paper bags and crumpled them up small and put them in the trash.
I sighed and waned and felt myself stand, calling the wind back. Today was that day.