All in by Robert Heavrin
Pulling into Norton’s Audobon Hospital to decide whether palliative care or stoke rehab is the best option for my dad, I notice there is a new parking garage on top of where the old lot used to sit, and I think back to five years ago when my recurrent trips to this parking lot began.
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I stumble out of the hospital in the morning, after my seventh night sleeping in a hospital bed next to Dad…
These are some good photos, says the female UPS Store clerk as she inspects her printing work.
Welp, they are photos from a relationship that just ended, I mumble through my mask. I’m hoping that these hand-picked photos will refresh her memory as to how awesome we were.
I’m sorry to hear that. You all look so happy.
That’s what I thought, and the tears start welling up…
On the weekend after a business trip, I am roaming around Ho Chi Minh City taking photos of cracks and curbs, as I do. I’m in a part of town with no tourists, crouched down on my knees taking a photo of two street poles shooting vertically out of the ground. Despite disappearing from the world into the lens of the camera, I sense a security guard meandering over. This happens all the time, no matter the country. Some security guard gets uptight about his turf…
Walking home from Los Feliz’s cute vintage movie theater by myself, I approach my Cheers-TV-show-like coffee shop and notice a homeless man up ahead pushing a cart. A common sight in my neighborhood, despite its Mayberry feel. He is hunched over and laboring to push his scantily-packed cart, using it as a walker of sorts…
Every night it is the same navy blue capri pants and purple-ish flowery shirt, the same concerned eyeing of the building's flowers. Every night it is the same pacing up and down the driveway, which I assume is standard for elderly widows trying fight off loneliness…
