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It's Christmas 2006. I'm working again fulltime, thankfully, this time for the Dept of Energy and its corps of PhD scientists. It's a job.
The air is warm here in Oklahoma, cooling at night. My wife's stepmother and I went out to gather the ice cream. The clouds reflected the light of the city, the light of the moon. Beautiful skies here in Tulsa, this strangely liberal outpost in the midst of right-wing Soonerism. And the ice cream is great.
It's Christmas, we're here with my wife's family. So many things are going well, so many possibilities.
And so many things are ending.
I wish my dad were here. He'd have liked this weather. But he won't be. We buried him on October 4.