Here’s an autobiographic segment about Patrick’s childhood neighborhood in Florida interspersed with flashbacks to less distant times. There are some moments of graphic language.
This story paints, in very broad strokes, Patrick’s take on meeting my mom, getting married, and becoming a parent. Although Patrick titled this piece Havana, that Cuban city is referenced only in passing.
Imagine Pat, Dave Wade, George Sikorsky, Toby Knowles, and me in the living room of a basement apartment listening to plastic disks of jazz and other stuff. I remember particularly the operetta, Golden Apple and we were all taken by the lyrics of Lazy Afternoon. Then someone would chime, “It’s Mecca Time” and we went […]
Transcription of a conversation with Patrick on 2 October 2014 during the drive to the 2014 Prescott Rally, talking about how he managed to get into college and how he met my mom Donna. JP: You were talking about Florida State. Patrick: I had no idea I was going to go to college. Never occurred […]