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The day before yesterday, for some reason, before my mother got up for work and before I went to bed for the day, I climbed into bed with her and bombarded her with questions about her mother, who died in February of 1990 when I was ten. It was pretty sad but we ended up laughing, you know, one of those kind of conversations. One of my strongest memories of my grandma was watching "All in the Family" in the old house in Brooklyn, back when she still lived with us before she went to the nursing home that killed her by putting in a feeding tube wrong because she wouldn't eat because of her manic depressive disorder. She and I used to watch "All in the Family" together, and I guess maybe that's related to why I've always found "All in the Family" sort of a sad show; it just reminds me of some of the more depressing elements of Brooklyn when I was young. I imagine our old Brooklyn neighbourhood was not very different from the Queens setting of that show.

Anyway, it's sad that Carroll O'Conner died yesterday. And a funny coincidence that he died just after I was inexplicably plagued with thoughts of someone whom I'd always somehow sort of associated with him.

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