As I sit here collecting my thoughts about how and where to begin telling stories about my Dad, one thing becomes very clear many people reading this knew him. While I welcome discussion and remembrance, its important for everyone to understand that the Butch many of you knew, in a lot of cases is not the same man as the Harry Walter Yant jr that I knew as Dad. No one knew him better than me. That cannot be debated.
The other issue occupying my thoughts is the fact that a lot of these “memories” are really an entangled web of actual memories, second hand stories, lore, and “memories of memories”. In a 60 year life you meet many people, and hear many stories. Over time I think we forget the different ways we absorb these events and stories. So I cannot always be 100% accurate in the way things happened but I will do my best.
Yes, you can consider this a bit of a disclaimer, and with that, these are the memories ive carried and do my best to export them to you as accurately as possible. Keep this in mind as you wish to “debate” your version of a story.
Many of these stories will die with me which is why I wanted to put some of them out to the world.
Im also realizing how fucking hard it is for me to sit at a keyboard and actually type, and not voice for text. I simply cannot generate words on a keyboard one handed fast enough to keep my brain engaged, but im gonna give it a go.
10 years ago, When I did the blog, I had a wonderful partner (Erin Donley) to bounce ideas off of, as well as type and edit for me. This will be a solo effort, for better or worse. As if that wont be painfully obvious
More coming soon.