Post by Trent M.

My dad does not call. He texts almost always the same three words. Are you watching this? He has bone cancer and two thousand miles between us, and a football game is the only sound that still crosses it. This week, the obituary writers told me the sport is dying. My father knows the difference between a thing with holes in it and a thing that is dead? A Fourth of July letter on what's collapsing and what was never for sale.