
“Do you want to see a picture of my dad I found?” “Sure. When was the last time you saw him?” “About twenty years ago.” My friend Matt* wheeled his wheelchair around the room and pulled out a faded bent polaroid picture of his father with a white shirt yellowed over time, a beer, a friend, and a gal who was not his mom. They were laughing in the picture. Time has forgotten why. Life has been hard...