Dad – b.rox

I just wanted to take a quick minute to salute my parents. They just finished another week of volunteer work, helping to rebuild New Orleans. As per usual they stayed at Camp Restore and kept busy, but I did manage to visit with them a couple times. This time they brought some friends with them […]

Holy frijoles, my dad is 75 years old today. What kind of gift could I possibly give the man who gave me half his genes? It will come as no surprise that I decided to make him a mix. This is a bunch of music that was either recorded in 1934, composed or published in […]

Here’s a mix of twenty-one tracks to inspire and uplift, occasionally veering into the cornball but mostly keeping it real, including music by Oneida, Ella Fitzgerald and Desmond Dekker. When I look back over the last few years, there’s sure plenty to get down about: floods, murder, war, personal hardships aplenty for my family and […]

I had a strange upbringing. Exhibit A: This portrait of my father. This photo really needs to be viewed large in order to see the wild glint in Dad’s eye. [Greenwood, circa 1984]

So my parents want to come visit for the girl’s first birthday. That’s cool. Her first birthday falls on Samedi Gras — the Saturday before Mardi Gras. That’s a special day for us, as it’s the only day when Carnival comes to our Mid-City neighborhood any more. We usually have a party on that day, […]

Dad wrote me a nice note and, since I know he reads this blog, I thought I’d answer him here.

We’re just wrapping up a three-night visit from my parents. I put my Dad to work installing brackets for an ambitious shelving project. We installed 35 brackets total. But of course the real reason behind the visit was to see their new granddaughter. Mom brought some yummy homemade rhubarb pie all the way from Indiana.

I see Slashdot is celebrating its tenth anniversary. That gave me pause to reflect on an artifact from my life ten years ago, which for various reasons I’ve been re-reading recently. It’s called Stone Cold 97, and I suppose you could say it was my first foray into blogging. Actually it was a collaboration between […]

I hope my dad doesn’t mind me sharing this update he sent via e-mail yesterday: A few years back, Ruth and I visited the Munch museum in Oslo, Norway dedicated to the artist of a famous work called The Scream. It showed a little man screaming. I was reminded of that painting yesterday when I […]

My dad recently discovered he had prostate cancer. It was “low grade” and slow-growing. More men die with this sort of thing than of it. Among his choices: watch and wait, or get radiation treatment, or just cut the whole thing out. He chose the latter, and on Monday afternoon, he had his prostate removed. […]

Last night I dreamed that my father was building a grow room in his house. Seems he’d become a marijuana enthusiast. Anyone who knows my dad knows this is about as likely as Lucifer ice-skating across the Lake of Fire.

I called my dad to wish him a happy birthday. Turns out he had a bunch of guests there for a big party, so I called back a little later and caught him just when the last guest had left. Turns out it’s not just any birthday party… It’s his 70th birthday. I had no […]

Tag: Dad

Volunteers

1934ish

Staying Positive

Portrait of My Father

Avoiding Debauchery at Mardi Gras

A Note from Dad

Parental Visitation

Ten Years Ago

The Scream

Radical Prostatectomy

Dad’s Grow Room

Dad = LXX