Memories
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A Yankee Baseball Game
My annual tribute to my father, Antonio “Tony” Ruiz. My father never took me to a Yankees game when I was a kid. That was the secret burden of resentment I carried for a long time. At some point before… Continue reading
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Reckless
There is no doubt I was a wild man (n.), although I never called myself/ A Bull in a China Closet/ the closest my friends/ at least the ones who used that word/ described me to my face. Others used… Continue reading
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La La Land
June 24, 1984. 41 years ago. Baltimore-Washington Airport. I said my last goodbyes to J Daniel Johnson, a friend I’ve known since 1972, after he drove me up from D.C. During the ride, all we could talk about was how… Continue reading
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Being 75: The Bucket List
December 8, 1948-2023 The day of 75 has arrived, and damn it, nothing happened. I didn’t emerge from a time machine so I could change all the dumb sh*t I’ve done in my life. Nope, I guess I will have… Continue reading