This column appeared in a slightly different version on Memorial Day 2014.
He was the man I never knew, the man who gave me my name.
He was brought closer to me through a phone call I got one afternoon. An editor at the Washington Post, where I freelance occasionally, phoned to say a man who lived in the D.C. area had called and wanted to know if I would contact him. The name Timothy Donleavy didn’t ring a bell, but I called, and when a man answered I identified myself. (more…)