Sunday, June 16, 2013


Has it been a year? Well, I don't know if he's dead or alive. My mom died just over a year ago and she was ninety. He would be older. I saw him once when I was three or four years old. It was in downtown Birmingham and my Aunt Jo pointed him out.

"That's your daddy," she said and motioned towards a stranger getting into his car parked on the street.

I tracked him down and talked to him on the phone for a few minutes twelve or fifteen years ago. We didn't have much to say. He seemed nice.

Uncle Reid and Uncle Morgan and Uncle Murray and Uncle Moss took up the slack. I never lacked a good male role model or a ride to the fair.

Happy father's day, pops, if you're out there.

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