Bye Mom.

One man's philosophy is another man's bellylaugh.

Jeff L. Howe

Location: Lyndon, Pennsylvania,
Birthday: April 19

Company: Visit the website: jeff-howe.net

Bio: Jeff Howe is a bonsai enthusiast and harmonica player who has very good reason to believe that the Universe tastes like a cheap buck-fifty melon. He is a product of Walled Lake and a former Poetry Slam Champion of Milwaukee. He once shook hands with Rocky Colavito, opened for Leon Redbone and took a piss next to Mose Allison (no hands were shaken). All things considered, his best single day was July 4th, 1987 when he marched in the Marmarth, North Dakota parade in the morning, discovered a rare dinosaur skull in the afternoon, and then sat in playing harmonica with a drunken cowboy band until way past tomorrow. It's been downhill ever since. Jeff is a misemployed geologist who specializes in interpreting rock outcrops at 70 miles per hour. It's a gift. His daughter loves cows. ................................................................................................................... FOR MORE STORIES, PHOTOS AND HARMONICA RECORDINGS VISIT: jeff-howe.net

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Jeff L. Howe's Links

Best Of...: The Anatomy Of The Tune; Get Out'a Dodge; The Perfect Ice; Dusty Amish Diamonds; Why Artists Art; Emotional Morphine; A Single Steel Paper Clip; I Witnessed A Murder; A Mountain Cabin...; A Young Man's Encounter...; When The Baby Exploded; The Next Moment...; Church of the Holy Moly; The Universe Tastes Like...; Idiot, But Well-Meaning, Dog; When The Last Girl Leaves...; Incident At A Drive-In; Where Do Mountains...; Sweet Old Burt: SOB; A Guy With A Pen
Stories: Old Baxter: A Dog Story; When Mom Ran Over The Cat; Let Me Be Rich; Grandma To The E.R...; Dead Lady Rockin'; Pie-Wielding Polocks...
Essays: My First Blogoversary; Flaw In The Apocalypse; Milford, Michigan; Sleepless At 4:49am; What Should A Blog Be?; 101 Word Paragraph; Hot Chocolate; Old And In The Way...; Hitting A Tennis Ball; Canada: The Air Is Moving; On SPAM; Two Items (for GNS); On Ice Cream; Amish Of Lancaster County; Why Live In Oakland?; Reunion: Going Back...; The President Has Been Shot; Snow Along The Conestoga; Best There Ever Was; Clueless Wanna-Be Hippie; The Wind Isn't Blowing...
Humor/Irony: Squirrel Chicken For Keeps; Mr. Batsakis; Dead SOBs Part II; A Thanksgiving Incident; ...Like A Buck-Fifty Melon; The Physics of Little Old Men; San Francisco Street Corner
Review/Opinion/Commentary: The Tiara!; Buddy Guy - Old Blues Guy?; Harmonica Players
Science: Gravity. It's The Law.; The Invention Of Sex; The Physics Of Little Old Men; Einstein's Hammock #1; The Tick-Tock Continuum
Geology: The Haiti Earthquake; Where Do Mountains...?; The Desert From The Air
Teaching: About Global Warming; Lazy, Disinterested Students
History: Bridging Four Centuries...; Refighting the Civil War...; Searching For The Old Road; The First Vermonters
Horticulture: The Bonsai Paradox; Dawn Redwoods As Bonsai (II); Dawn Redwoods As Bonsai (I)
Workin' For A Livin': School Of Last Resort; Don't Touch Me!; If Pirates Picked Grapes; Punching Out
Other Sites by Jeff Howe: Little Big Trees - Bonsai; Whistle Up A Rope - Stories; Howe Original Productions

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OCTOBER 31, 2011 9:12PM

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My Mom, Theresa A. (Howe, Sautman) Twigg passed away this evening at 5:45pm, CST. She was a vibrant and stunning beauty who was slowly worn down by marriage, children and the 20^th Century. Through it all, she kept her unending enthusiasm and zest. In the end, she went spiraling down a deep and swift tunnel of dementia from which there was no escape.

If there is no heaven, if there is only the deep black reorienting of molecules, which I firmly believe… Mom’s in for a big disappointment. But for her sake, I hope she was met at death’s door by the Blessed Mary and all her angels.

She was 86.

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Please read also:

The Darkest Age Of My Mother

Six Memories For My Mother

When Mom Ran Over The Cat