Notes from the Northwoods
One year ago today, I walked into Brad Swenson's apartment and found him dead, still in bed, at the age of 57.
There was no indication he knew what was happening; he was lying on his back, his sleep apnea mask still on his face. If he had been in distress, he would have pushed that mask away, because he hated the darn thing. I'm glad he was unaware, because he would have thought dying really s...
July 22, 2013 - 10:00am