The Morning After My Son’s Funeral An Airport Worker Called About The Bag He Left Behind

on Hilldale Drive. The man who used to sit on a stool in a garage and say it was the only place where nothing was urgent.

He had trusted me to know what to do with it.

I put the watch back in my pocket and walked down the courthouse steps to where I had parked the car.

The drive back to Hilldale Drive took twenty minutes. I pulled into the driveway. The continue reading …