New Story: My Father’s Grave

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I never expected my father to move back to the city, but he was contrarian enough that he’d be dead before he did. So here he is. I’ll never forget the sight of my father, 90 years old, trying to lasso a goat. He wouldn’t have minded the Golden Corral in the midst of the cemetery, but I doubt he could eat “the Whole Buffet!” Click below for the story. He’d have liked it.

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