November 15, 1997 to November 15, 2017
Today marks the
twentieth anniversary of the death of my grandfather, Jerry Osborne. It seems
both a moment and an eternity that I have been without him. I can still hear
the sound of his voice. I can still hear the sound of his laugh, and the way he
would even snort sometimes when the joke was funny enough. His mannerisms are
still vibrant in my memory, as are his idiosyncrasies. The very last time I saw
him alive was at the Los Angeles International A...
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