January 17, 2022
January 17, 2022
It's hard to believe it's been four years since Don passed. As always, I spent about an hour remembering our times together, and trying to top my previous tributes. Finally, I realized that I'd failed. I'd already used all of my A-list material (e.g., Winston's tastes in philosophy, my son's 5th grade basketball game), and I'd have to stoop to rank embellishment to top my previous tributes. Please don't get me wrong, I have absolutely NOOOO problem with massaging a mediocre, true story into a first-class fable. But Don was always a bit uneasy with slightly improved memories. Accuracy in memory was always a cardinal value for him. So I guess I'll just have to admit that most of our times and conversations together were just ordinary--delightful but ordinary. Two things are now apparent to me: first, my memory is not as good as it used to be; and second, I really miss my ordinary conversations with Don.