As I die, "Ease on Down the Road," please

What can’t I stop thinking about? I’m glad you asked, because it’s not the hopelessly navel-gazing and entitled brouhaha about Dawn and Sonya. Nope, it’s this: The other day (week? month?) I read this article about a guy in his 40s dying of cancer who just found his biological father and who spent his last eleven days alive trying to make up for all that lost time with his new-found father. A moving story for sure, but that’s not what’s stuck with me. It’s that the guy died watching “Ted Lasso,” one of his favorite TV shows.

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