Column: Remembering Dad

Ten Father’s Days ago, my brother poured Dad’s ashes into a creek. In the weeks after, I could only remember the end. I tried to stay at better memories, but they all evaporated into serious doctors, my ailing father and finally, the end. The next time I saw my buddy Nate, he put his hand…

No Father’s Day Funk

By Jeff Lund | For the Capital City Weekly In movies, therapists encourage their patients to release their emotions. You know, talk things out. I’ve never been to a therapist, but I have released a lot through writing columns. I probably talk or mention Dad more than anything next to fishing. This time of year I’m…