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I was just doing random Google searches, and for the first time I thought to input his name. One of the first search returns led to a National Highway Traffic Safety Administration document. The author -- or, at least, the recipient of the emails that were indexed in the .pdf -- was named Taylor Vinson. But the truly interesting thing about this was the fact that the document is cataloged as #41272, the date of my birth. I added "OH" and then the word "coach" to the queries. Amidst all of the genealogical data were these two links: The first (with his picture at the top) from his induction into the track coaches' hall of fame. The second is the text of a story about his being named a Division I girls basketball coach of the year. About the first, in '88: I remember being upset with him because my sister and I were told on short notice, or something, that we had to go with him and Grandpa to Columbus for the ceremony. This meant I had to miss my close friend's birthday party... and I pouted the whole night. And there's another one of those knots of regret now, about not appreciating what was happening for him. I had a few conversations with Daddy during the winter and early spring when his 97-98 team did so well. I lived in Arizona. I don't recall if he told me about the coaching award that year (I knew the team had advanced into the playoffs), or if someone else told me later, or if I found out about it when I saw the clipped picture among several other things after his funeral. No, I think I received the picture in the mail well before he died. That's a good memory, seeing the photo in my mind... even if I then think, "And it was so close to his death." ... I want to continue by mentioning the time of year, and the ascension/prominence of Orion during these autumn nights. I just looked out the window to see that constellation, along with sparkling Sirius, square with the horizon... Sirius near its transit point due south... just as I finished the previous paragraph. My father died in October. I scattered some of his ashes over the Grand Canyon in November as Orion ascended over the North Rim. I was exultant at the time, standing on a mile-high precipice under a dark-green canopy of stars, remarking to myself at the connection to be made with my little ceremony and the "resurrection of Osiris" in the east. I certainly hadn't planned for the two events to coincide. But that's a story I've told to very few... and I want to include a couple of images before I go on. So on Saturday... Searching for my father |
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