I Paid My Father $250 in Rent Every Month for Five Years. After His Funeral, His Best Friend Gave Me a Key and a Box.
Frank, Owen, and Pete offered to play a short Northline set.
They were nervous about performing together after so many years.
The evening before, Frank brought me a worn folder of songs and asked if I would consider playing Dad’s part.
“I don’t want to pretend I’m him,” I said.
“I’m not asking you to.
We’d like you to play as yourself.
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