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The Day the Music Died

“Hello, wee son. This is Mom.” She sounded shaky, on the verge of crying. I bit my lip. “I’ve bad news, son. Roger’s been in an accident.” “Did the oil rig explode?” My heart raced as the words came out. … Continue reading

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Friends

The day after we moved from the base into a house in Anchorage, my brother Roger asked me to help with something. As the dutiful little brother who loved that his big brother included him in all sorts of fun, … Continue reading

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