last time, was this:
“Dad — Don’t go in the garage until I get home tonight. I mean it. If you love me you won’t peek. Happy birthday tomorrow, old man. — C”
His birthday letters always ended with “old man.”
My birthday was the next day. September 24th. I was turning fifty-two.
I stood in the hallway for a long time. Then I walked down the stairs. Out continue reading …
