IN A WHEELCHAIR AT A TABLE with two other men, my eyes sliding past him at first then finding him – man, I am NOT used to seeing him like this! – we spot my father. In his new home.
Crouching next to him, I say quietly,
“Hey, old man. I told you I’d get you close. I said I’d keep you safe.”
“Hmph,” he says back. “You took your time.”
Our eyes meet and he smiles…
LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, ELVIS IS IN THE BUILDING!