Tough. If there’s been one word used to describe my dad during the past few days and weeks, that would be it. As an 8-year-old, he overcame polio before the vaccine was invented. At a time when many of the children infected with the disease ended up with a handicap, Dad not only beat polio, […]
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Hey, Dad. Remember that time Dan shot me in the ass with a BB gun and you spanked both of us for it? I know you do because we talked about it a few weeks before you died. Dan still thinks I deserved it. You still thought I deserved to be spanked. I still think
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Ernest William Webb Jr. died at age 74 on August 5, 2019. Dad was born on Nov. 2, 1944, in Joplin, Missouri, to Ernie Webb Sr. and Alice Ruth (Short) Webb. Never one to go down without a fight, Dad fought cancer for two years, going into remission in 2018, before succumbing several months later.
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Watching pro wrestling with a beer in one hand and a cigarette in the other. Screaming at the top of my lungs along with my brother and cousins as he floored it in his car while doing donuts in a dirt field. Checking the electricity under the hood of my 1971 Monte Carlo — with
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The last time I saw Kathy Kessinger, I was breaking down the science of being hit in the groin while shooting photos during a volleyball practice at Santa Fe Trail High School. It was an embarrassing moment I haven’t shared with many in the years since, but it was a story I knew Kathy would
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My wife often jokes about my ego when it comes to writing. The conversation typically goes something like this: “I know his sounds arrogant …” as she smiles and says, “You have to have somewhat of an ego to be a good writer … I think.” That wasn’t always the case. It took a strong
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My last exchange with Sharon Moon was classic Sharon: A little bit a wicked humor, and a little bit of kindness. Responding to a Facebook post about the original version of the movie “It” and how the collection of clown figurines she kept in her home scared the hell out of me as a 13-year-old,
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Note: I wrote this blog two years ago today on Aug. 14, 2017. Dad did indeed have cancer, stage three esophageal cancer, and died a little less than two years later. According to multiple sources, the two-year survival rate is a little more than 10 percent for this cancer. I didn’t realize my father was
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I hadn’t spoken to Shawn Boner in 20 years, unless you count the occasional comment in a Facebook thread. The last time I saw Shawn was on the day of his – and my younger brother’s – high school graduation in 1996. I remember feeling bad for Shawn that day. Two years earlier, he had
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Working the copy desk is about as thankless as jobs get. I always equate it to playing offensive line: Nobody knows who you are unless you make a mistake. In that sense, Steve Bell fit like a glove as a copy editor. He was about as centered and unassuming as a person can be. Like
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