Elliot and I toured Italy in the early spring of 1991. As planned, we went down the Amalfi Coast (stunning) and then on to visit his great uncle's family. The hotel we stayed at before we got to his relatives was kind enough to help facilitate a call to those relatives to coordinate. Elliot and I spoke no Italian, and they spoke no English, so the hotel owners, who spoke both, were very helpful.View Visiting Relatives in Italy
On December 20th, Elliot was delusional, falling out of bed, and not himself. Anne correctly admitted him to Casey House, where he was administered pain medication and sedation. She called me, Jacob Davenport, that morning to tell me that he might just have hours left, so I rushed over. Over the next four days, his friends, coworkers, and family visited him to say goodbye. We played his favorite music, talked with him and about hView The End
My apologies for the lengthy lacuna between posts. These past few weeks have been fairly rough, and the combination of physical distress + lack of energy and motivation makes for poor blogging incentive. Let's see if I can catch up a bit.View Got Them Old Backside-Barin’, Summertime-Shiverin’ Hospital Gown Blues Again
Move over, Beatles—Sgt. Pepper isn't alone in celebrating an anniversary this year.
It was 30 years ago today
We made a Treasure Hunt so folks could play
It's been going in and out of style
But I hope that you'll still flash a smile
When we send this invite to you
To the Hunt you've known for all these years
The 30-year Treasure Hunt DC!
Since turning 21, I generally haven't paid much attention to birthdays. My attitude has basically been “every day is one day older”.
That changes with a cancer diagnosis.View How I Spent My Birthday