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Friday, January 1, 1993

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  1. Friday, January 1, 1993 · Don Krumpos

    That summer, after Mom died, Dad won tickets to the Bristol Renaissance Faire

    That summer, after Mom died, Dad won tickets to the Bristol Renaissance Faire at the school auction. Me, Dad, and Helen went. It was exactly the kind of thing Mom would have loved. Actors in elaborate costumes, falconers, glassblowers, music,…

  2. Friday, January 1, 1993 · Don Krumpos

    For N.E.W. Lutheran’s fundraising event, I built the future.

    For N.E.W. Lutheran’s fundraising event, I built the future. Or at least, a scaled, foamcore version of it. Armed with blueprints and an X-Acto knife, I built a model of the proposed new high school: walls, rooflines, painted details, all…

  3. Friday, January 1, 1993 · Don Krumpos

    Some memories are crisp. This one is so sharp it could cut glass.

    Some memories are crisp. This one is so sharp it could cut glass. I’m standing in a hospital room wearing my high school graduation gown. The thin fabric feels wrong against my skin — too ceremonial, too cheerful, too synthetic…

  4. Friday, January 1, 1993 · Don Krumpos

    What He Couldn't Give

    The question is harder to answer than it looks. If you ask me what my father could not give, I have to pause. Because in the obvious ways, he gave plenty. He gave hugs. He said, "I love you." Not…