Rest in peace, Pawpaw — the man who lived.
Thanks for the years of roasts, intense bursts of blunt advice, and love.
You seemed like someone from another universe.
Perhaps because you spoke a version of English that was more like music than actual words. Or, because you were born and raised in Louisiana, during a time and circumstance that’s hard for me to comprehend, no matter how many stories I’m told.
When I got my first real writing job, and we lived together for six months, we’d wake up and look at each other with the same sense of curiosity, thinking, “How peculiar… this being from another universe looks so much like me.”
I’ll think of you whenever I hear the theme to Perry Mason.
This was sweet to read, Tim. Thanks for sharing about something so personal.
A wonderful tribute, Tim. Wishing you and yours all the very best.