If you've noticed that NinjaSistah and Pandalicious haven't contributed to ElectricSistaHood for the past week, there is a good reason. Their father died a week ago and they've been dealing with family issues.
Their father, Elijah Britton of Mass., died suddenly Saturday, Feb. 17, of cardiac arrest. The funeral was held Saturday, Feb. 24. In lieu of flowers, the family is asking for contributions toward the college fund of Pandalicious. If you would like to contribute, please click the "Hit Us Up" link and ask for more information.
The Sistahs will take a couple of weeks off from their regular podcasts to deal with their loss. In the meantime, we will feature a special musical "clip show" Monday that we think you'll really like. The next Monday, MagicMysticGrl will present a Top 5 special on Bleach. Hopefully, the sistahs will resume regular podcasts by Monday, March 12.
Anyone familiar with the ElectricSistaHood podcasts knows the influence their father -- known by his friends as "E.J." -- had on their lives. He influenced me as well in the eight years since I first met him.
One story is particularly telling. In the summer of 2004, I was between jobs and was working very hard to get a new gig. I got a couple of job interviews in the Boston area, so I asked if I could crash a few nights at the Britton home while I interviewed in town.
I traveled to Boston on Amtrak, but couldn't go into the city because the Democratic National Convention was being held there the same week. Amtrak trains to Boston ended at the Route 128 station outside of town, so I asked E.J. to pick me up there.
Rather than waiting for me at the station, he told me to go outside and look for a building next to the station. He would be waiting in the parking lot under a big GM sign. But when I arrived at the station, it had just been remodeled. The station exited to a giant parking garage. There was no building or GM sign in sight.
After walking around a little, I finally wandered out of the parking garage and saw him waiting patiently in his car in a big driveway.
"Where's the building?" I asked him as I got close to the car.
"I guess they tore it down," he said.
"Where's the GM sign?" I asked.
"It's over there," he said as he pointed. The sign was completely hidden by a giant tree.
He was exactly where he said he would be. Everything else had changed around him.
Tomorrow when we look for E.J., we know exactly where his body will be -- on the side of a hill in a quiet little cemetary where his daughters learned how to drive.
But that's just his body. Finding E.J. will be a lot harder. I know I'll be spending a long time looking for E.J. The only thing I know is that he'll be waiting in a driveway next to a GM sign hidden by a big tree and a building that's no longer there.
Their father, Elijah Britton of Mass., died suddenly Saturday, Feb. 17, of cardiac arrest. The funeral was held Saturday, Feb. 24. In lieu of flowers, the family is asking for contributions toward the college fund of Pandalicious. If you would like to contribute, please click the "Hit Us Up" link and ask for more information.
The Sistahs will take a couple of weeks off from their regular podcasts to deal with their loss. In the meantime, we will feature a special musical "clip show" Monday that we think you'll really like. The next Monday, MagicMysticGrl will present a Top 5 special on Bleach. Hopefully, the sistahs will resume regular podcasts by Monday, March 12.
Anyone familiar with the ElectricSistaHood podcasts knows the influence their father -- known by his friends as "E.J." -- had on their lives. He influenced me as well in the eight years since I first met him.
One story is particularly telling. In the summer of 2004, I was between jobs and was working very hard to get a new gig. I got a couple of job interviews in the Boston area, so I asked if I could crash a few nights at the Britton home while I interviewed in town.
I traveled to Boston on Amtrak, but couldn't go into the city because the Democratic National Convention was being held there the same week. Amtrak trains to Boston ended at the Route 128 station outside of town, so I asked E.J. to pick me up there.
Rather than waiting for me at the station, he told me to go outside and look for a building next to the station. He would be waiting in the parking lot under a big GM sign. But when I arrived at the station, it had just been remodeled. The station exited to a giant parking garage. There was no building or GM sign in sight.
After walking around a little, I finally wandered out of the parking garage and saw him waiting patiently in his car in a big driveway.
"Where's the building?" I asked him as I got close to the car.
"I guess they tore it down," he said.
"Where's the GM sign?" I asked.
"It's over there," he said as he pointed. The sign was completely hidden by a giant tree.
He was exactly where he said he would be. Everything else had changed around him.
Tomorrow when we look for E.J., we know exactly where his body will be -- on the side of a hill in a quiet little cemetary where his daughters learned how to drive.
But that's just his body. Finding E.J. will be a lot harder. I know I'll be spending a long time looking for E.J. The only thing I know is that he'll be waiting in a driveway next to a GM sign hidden by a big tree and a building that's no longer there.
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