Author Archives: fatforehead

Nine months. It has taken me nine months to write this blog post. I’ve spent a lot of quiet nights looking at a bright white, blank page. I’ve just sat looking at that blinking cursor bouncing on my screen unable … Continue reading →

The car windows are wide open. Jake turns down Jay-Z. “Dad? Last year when you took me to camp?” He turns toward me in the passenger seat. Yeah? I reply. “How times did you have to pull over?” What do … Continue reading →

It is never good to hear a phone ring at one in the morning. Saturday night had just faded into Sunday morning. The tear-soaked voice on the other end of the line was my sixty-nine year old father telling me … Continue reading →

He is taller. As tall as my wife. When none of Jake’s friends are around he still slips his hand into mine. We will walk down the street holding hands. “Dad, I don’t want to grow up.” For those brief … Continue reading →

I caught Jake whistling this riff  “Every-body-was-Kung-Fu Fighting…” What chopsocky disco-virus has polluted my son’s brain? Yes, my twelve year-old knows every note to the 1974 Carl Douglas hit. How is this possible? We have a dedicated sonic soundtrack piped … Continue reading →

Jake stands twenty feet away from the Sonic Boom Records counter. He has his zine “Worldopolis” in one hand. He and one of his best friends created the 30 page comic by hand. I nudge him to go for it. … Continue reading →

It is the wanna-be Miami Heat dancers clapping and yelling that throw me off. They follow the Bar Mitzvah Boy out the double doors into the party space.  I look around the room and take in all the jewelry and … Continue reading →

I have not known the love of a little sister. For many brothers it must be a magical thing. For others it could be seen as a mild annoyance. For Jake it is a matter of pride. Jake’s love for … Continue reading →

There is an incredible moment in “The King’s Speech” when the King’s family is gathered together in an empty Palace room to watch a replay of his coronation. At the end of the newsreel there is a vintage graphic montage … Continue reading →