Summary
After a late night at the office last week, I decided to catch the final show of "Amazing Grace" at The Gateway. It seemed like a good way to unwind. The theater had 300 seats. All were empty but mine.
It reminded me of a night after my mother died. Dad and I tried to keep the goblins at bay by catching a late movie. We were the only ones there. And my father, I recall, was more entertaining than the film. Even in the large hall, he battled his claustrophobia -- opening and closing his fists, striding around the walls like a bull in a ring. He was the most claustrophobic person I've known. He sometimes marveled he was able to make it through his nine months in the womb.See the full content of this document
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Bid Adieu to Feeling Hemmed In
"The world is just a 20,000-mile hamster wheel," he once told me. "Remember that."
And I have remembered it. One reas...See the full content of this document
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