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Eleven Years Ago

I woke up looking at the clock when it hit me, again. My pop died eleven years ago today, almost to the minute as I make this post. So many memories. We were like brothers. No words can describe how much I miss him. We’ll always love you.

 

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(Old Man Kelsey’s Woods, USA) March 28, 2016—Today, Ernest T. Bass announced his candidacy for President of the United States of America.

Mr. Bass was standing alone near the east end of Old Man Kelsey’s Lake, just past the wood barn that once belonged to Ben Weaver and his wife Margaret, to declare his candidacy.

To support Mr. Bass and his run for the White House, we humbly ask that you help him spread the word, and consider owning the one and only ever Ernest T. Bass for Presadent T-Shirt, designed by ET Bass (with his misspellings because we didn’t have the heart to correct him).  shop now!

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New Store!

Hi all!

It’s Thursday March 3, 2016. I just wanted to let all y’all’s know that we’re working vigorously behind the scenes on a new store. New T-shirt designs are in the oven and I think you’re gonna love ’em. I can’t say much more than that, other than if you’re as confused, perplexed, and dare I say flat out entertained by all of the political wrangling by the candidates for the next US president, then you absolutely wanna keep an eye on this page over the next couple of weeks for a bigger-than-Trump type of announcement.

Best regards,

David Morris

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Ten Years Ago

It has been an entire decade since my father passed away. Seems like a long time. However, for me, the loss remains fresh. When someone so special leaves us, time does soften the blow, but only to some degree.

I have shared various details about Howard in previous posts over the years. I’ve done so not only to provide how wonderful he was, but really, how important he was to those that were close to him, family or otherwise.

In the years prior to his passing, I worked with Howard to educate him about this site. It was like trying to explain directly to Ernest T. what the World Wide Web is, and why web sites exist. Believe me it was not easy! However, once I uploaded our first message from Howard to his fans, a tremendous lightbulb lit up on his face. He realized that the Internet was merely another stage calling upon him to perform.

Dad, this site is an ongoing tribute to all that you were, and still are for so many folks. I love you forever.

Kind regards to all!

David

 

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Nine Years Ago

It was nine years ago today (at about this exact moment) that my incredible father, Howard Morris, passed away.

Not a day goes by that I don’t think about him. Nine years seems like a long time. I suppose it is. When time is attached to such a special person, the pain of loss hits a level where it seems to more or less stabilize as one big emotional chunk. I now know what I will carry for the rest of my life.

He was like my brother. Everything that goes with that type of relationship was there. I don’t want to bore you with the details because I’ve written a lot about our relationship in posts over the years. But what I will say is that I woke up today recalling what I think were some fascinating situations he and I shared, and ultimately conquered. Our relationship was good, no, actually, it was GREAT! Why? Many reasons. One being that we could and would say practically anything to each other. We trusted that neither of us was going to run off crying in a corner, burning about it for days, weeks. We did have times like that, but 9 times out of 10 it was something revolving around a crazy, friend, ex-wife or girlfriend. Each of us had bad relationships at one time or another, not all that unique. Point being that our issues didn’t last long because we had mastered a process of conquering the junk in our lives, and moving on.

My father would sometimes go to therapists. Sometimes I would join. I would say the vast majority of therapists tried, but were out of their league. They didn’t really understand my father. He was not textbook. Among other things they never truly considered the performer elements in him. He was always on stage. Most folks in show business have this issue. Some stronger than others. I understood it well, so I knew how to ride those waves. This dynamic was a common thread. Those who knew him got the message quickly that Howard was a powerful, but honest man who, ultimately, tried for attention, but just wanted to be loved. Ernest T. Bass, for lack of a better way of saying it, is what Howard Morris was all about. This is why we started this site, as opposed to a “Howard Morris” site. My father truly lives within ETB.

But getting back to time. Nine years. I suppose it does help in terms of healing, but not really. The waves of a huge loss remain fully in tact. At times I catch myself looking directly into the massive space that my father once occupied. Why? Because he was AMAZING.

I’ll always love you, dad 🙂

David

P.S. Thank you kindly to everyone for your thoughtful messages and loving posts. I do read all of them.

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