Wendy, Part One
“Laughter and tears are both responses to frustration and exhaustion. I myself prefer to laugh, since there is less cleaning up to do afterward.” ― Kurt Vonnegut
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The Irishman
If they can whack a president, they can whack the president of a union. You know it and I know it. – Joe Pesci as Russell Bualino in Martin Scorcese’s The Irishman, 2019
Anne
Like a heartbeat, drives you madIn the stillness of remembering what you hadAnd what you lostAnd what you hadAnd what you lost Fleetwood Mac, “Dreams”
My Father
Jesus replied, “And why do you break the command of God for the sake of your tradition? For God said, ‘Honor your father and mother’ and ‘Anyone who curses their father or mother is to be put to death.‘ Matthew 15:3-4 I assume Judge JJ Lottingger was a competent and honest judge, doing his due […]
My Mother
Spend my days with woman in kind Smoked my stuff, and drank all my wine Goin’ to California with an achin’ in my heart Heard there’s a woman out there With love in her eyes and flowers in her hair Led Zepplin, Goin’ to California The three of us were sitting on the balcony enjoying […]
My Father
I assume Lottingger was a competent and honest judge, doing his due diligence and reviewing controversial or unusual Supreme Court verdicts, and that he read books and the daily newspapers, or that he would have somehow else recognized my dad’s name, if only for my grandfather, Edward Grady Partin Senior. But he still didn’t share […]
My Mother’s Story
Wendy was born Wendy Anne Rothdram in 1955 in Richmond Hill, Ontario, an upper middle class suburb of Toronto, to Joyce Hicks and a man who’s last name was Rothdram and I met once but whose first name I don’t recall. Joyce was my Granny, and at the time she was 18 years old and […]
My Dad’s Story
I assume Lottingger was a competent and honest judge, doing his due diligence and reviewing controversial or unusual Supreme Court verdicts, and that he read books and the daily newspapers, or that he would have somehow else recognized my dad’s name, if only for my grandfather, Edward Grady Partin Senior. But he still didn’t share […]
Wendy’s Story
Wendy was born Wendy Anne Rothdram in 1955 in Richmond Hill, Ontario, an upper middle class suburb of Toronto, to Joyce Hicks and a man who’s last name was Rothdram and I met once but whose first name I don’t recall. Joyce was my Granny, and at the time she was 18 years old and […]
James Ed White
Lord, what fools these mortals be! Puck “Hey, Ken,” I said as Cranky Ken approached with a book in his hand. “Here,” he said, thrusting an old hardback book towards me; it was “The Fall and Rise of Hoffa,” by Walter Sheridan, published in 1972 and including stories about my Big Daddy and Mamma Jean […]