At My Father’s Ceremony They Said I Could Not Do Anything Right Until I Walked In And Smiled

was still substantially better than comfortable fiction.

“What would you do differently?” I asked.

He looked at me. “What?”

“If you could go back. Specifically. What would you do differently?”

He did not deflect or generalize. He thought for a genuine moment, and then he said, “I would have driven to Bahrain.”

I had not expected that.

“I would have flown continue reading …