I wanted to post for a while about our friend Rory. But what do I say? I still think of him constantly. Ordinary things hold so many memories of him. Even driving on I-94, something I do EVERY single day, reminds me of Rory. (???) How do I put that into words??
Recently, writer David Foster Wallace committed suicide, and that has made me hurt for him all over again. These two must be kindred spirits. I wonder if Rory read any of his books. (Have you ever seen the bible-sized "Infinite Jest", complete with 100s of pages of footnotes?!)
What do you think?
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