I was going to put out a daily column on post 9/11 and how the world had changed. Any and every change was acceptable for posting, whether or not it h...appened to be politically correct. From clerks in 7-11 getting targeted for beatings to babies having their shoes removed to gain access to air travel. It interested the hell out of me and I wanted to see if it interested others. Doing a book sounded great, but it was a lot of work to get a finished product that may not even be popular. I could. Hatcher ... oh, fuck, that was wild! We were both terrified when he called us into his office the next day, too,” I remembered the dread in both our eyes that morning.“Yes, that was the morning that I betrayed you, Mark. I regret it to this day. I don’t deserve you ... he threatened to have me fired and deported unless I broke it off with you and I was in sheer terror for my life at that point ... I didn’t dare go back to Iran! He also insisted that I marry him and I agreed. I was to be his. Having the littlewhite socks on made pulling the pants up easier, but it was still astruggle and the material hardly gave at all. Finally, after much tuggingand pulling, he had them up and over his bottom and was ready to zip themup. He couldn?t reach the tiny zipper until he stood back up.?Here, let me help.? Debbie turned him around. ?Suck it in.? He took adeep breath, holding in his already slim stomach as Debbie zipped him up.?Oh my god, that?s too tight,? Tuck said, letting out the air. However, I am still here, so I've had to make the most of it. That's where this story begins.My frequent visits to the nursing home had been as much to heal my aching soul as to watch over my dad as his life slowly broke into little pieces that were lost by the day. By trying to help and comfort him I was really trying to exorcise my own demons of loss and anger at Luke's passing. I don't think it did really, but I tried to spend as much time with Dad as I could before his inevitable.