Stunning, JZ. And thank you for reposting, because when the link flew by me earlier, I was in the middle of busybusybusy and forgot to bookmark in spite of saying to myself that I wanted to go look at them when I had time to breathe.
(Also, you are making me want to hunt down old pics to post) (because, so cool)
David, don't pimp the dearly departed. It ain't right.
David, don't pimp the dearly departed. It ain't right.
Cabin on Lake Tahoe. ijs
Also, a very good, kind and decent man, by all JZ's stories.
Which email? The old pacbell one is now defunct. The profile address is the main one.
(eta: sean(dot)kozma(at)gmail(dot)com)
Ooh, I knew the pacbell part, but I had it as skozma, and not Sean. Insent shortly.
Yep, mom's parents.
Cappy was very crushworthy. He was a neighbor of Nana's and was paying his way through Cal Berkeley by working at a local gas station, where she would urge her mother to go for frequent fill-ups and then stare at him, too shy to say anything. So he started writing her letters, saying things like "So I was thinking that we might take in a picture show this Friday. If this sounds good to you, give me a call. Or give me a call if not. Just give me a call." She kept the letters in a little tin box that my mom just found in the study at their condo in Reno.
eta:
He had a sailboat too.
Named after Nana.
It's easy to see, looking at the pictures, who was the petted and pampered only child with boatloads of self-confidence and a certainty of the world's good intentions, and who was demon-haunted.
I'm quite peevedaboo right now. I was venting to Tom about work stuff and annoying co-worjer and our interactions and emails I wrote to my boss and he. Kept. Wincing. and grimacing. Finally, I was just like, "fine, if you think I was such a dumbass I'll just shut up."
Uggghhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!
Is there unpeevedaboo~ma?
unpeevedaboo~ma
This may be the most nonsensical thing ever said, and yet I understand it.
I just hate feeling like he thinks I'm an idiot too. I may be an idiot but perhaps there is a more CONSTRUCTIVE way to convey it so that I don't want to rip his arms off and slap him silly with them????