Sh*t My Dad Said
You will never know what your last words will be
As my readers know, my father, the psychiatrist Dr. Harvey Roy Greenberg, died in June of 2022. This has been much on my mind as I try to piece things together and get back to “regular” writing, whatever the hell that might be.
But here’s a big but. My father was the person who got me writing in the first place. He helped me publish my first paid piece of work in the New England edition of The Fisherman when I was 16 (Bones and Albies in the Vineyard Surf). And he read pretty much every word I wrote from then on. His words were much in league with my own.
“Everyone whose father is still alive take one step forward . . . Not so fast, Greenberg.”
Now, Harvey Greenberg was very funny and very quotable. He was also very fond of quoting (people, movies, joke punchlines, Shakespeare). So much so that the original author of the quote became beside the point. Harvey made those words his words.
With my father gone, I find myself repeating the things I was so tired of his repeating.
Such is the fate of the living left behind.
To get some of those words out of my head and perhaps make room for some new ones, here are a bunch of…
