At 30,000 Feet, I Watched My Wife Crawl Across the Floor With Both Legs in Casts While My Mother Hid Her Crutches—Then I Noticed What Was Recording Behind Them
I saw Dad.
Teenage years.
The garage where he taught me to change oil.
Clara mostly saw the kitchen.
We sold anyway.
Memory does not require property ownership.
The new family apparently painted the kitchen green.
Mom was scandalized.
