His name was William Edward Brereton, Ted if you knew him, Dad if you were me or my siblings. He was a complicated person who lived an eventful life. I only know part of his story, and even then I could never finish telling it.
I'm sharing here some thoughts I'm having today that I can't shake. I just want to vent a bit and maybe if even a single person who reads this benefits from it in any way, it was worth it.
I'm minting it here on Teia not because it's for sale, but just because the idea of Twitter or Google, or anyone, owning this "content", fills me with terrible dread. I want to share it, but not for likes or anything like that.
