Oedipal Obit
Even death may occasion wholly unexpected, genuine humor.
I am recently reminded of a time in 2011 when I published several pieces about my then recently-late father, about his devotion to his family, civil rights and liberties, and just tax policy, to the teaching of the law, and about the commitments he and our mother engendered in my brother, sister, and in me. While I hadn’t expected to learn much from the Times brief piece on his life, I did. It gave me pleasure, pride, one or two very quiet moments, and one rather unexpected arched brow.
Now, whether or not one thinks the Times is the finest paper going, no one will say it enjoys a smashing reputation for getting right all the details of the lives, events, and ideas it daily tries to cover in a rushed-up world. Its errata are legendary.
Still, imagine my surprise when I learned over morning coffee that my father’s first wife was not my mom, but his.
It may well have been history’s first Oedipal-Obit.
Jonathan Wolfman
09/13/2019 @ 10:06 am
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Jonna Connelly
09/13/2019 @ 11:23 am
8-D
koshersalaami
09/13/2019 @ 11:41 am
Utterly Electrafying news
Jonathan Wolfman
09/13/2019 @ 11:55 am
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JP Hart
10/06/2023 @ 6:25 pm
UV index: {L0;} 1
No doubt the horses are out of the barn sheep are shorn, tires worn, bulls enroute, tails yet swat blood pink within bubbles, scant low hung fruit, tell me why I just thought that Priscilla and Karen were never too fat early I was prompted indeed by Otis Redding, gone since
10 DEC 1967/\ forlorn, maybe forever transparent in our wayward
wind: 20,389 days it is 20,389 days from the start date to the end date, but not including the end date.
Or 55 years, 9 months, 26 days excluding the end date.
Or 669 months, 26 days excluding the end date Godspeed, countless millions in need, reaching shrouded shade those windbreaks, midnight to noon caps and scarves, that thin kid pitching chicklet gum, next aisle pure water on the plum ever fresh, FREE hand in hand, thank you Abraham Martin and John as words are scribed by fools like me-kolas-kittens up a tree hey where? The whole kingdom for a manatee! Creatures whisper; growl I thought I heard you how very many don’t have a penny … yet swell: that Marlboro box on the delta’ of tight-white shirt OK-can-U-see-a blowin in the wind, stone cast free at last