It's Halloween, 1973---Wednesday, October 31st--about 5PM.
It's dark, as we have set our clocks back the previous Sunday.
I have driven to college today, and about 10 miles down the road is Fitzgerald Mercy Hospital. That's where my father is. He has had surgery to remove his Prostate.
Its's dark--I enter his room and he is heavily sedated and sleeping peacefully---with a tube of some kind coming out of him.
He doesn't waken, and I don't try to wake him.
When I return home, the house is like a morgue.
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