I Paid My Father $250 in Rent Every Month for Five Years. After His Funeral, His Best Friend Gave Me a Key and a Box.

“I cannot buy back the years I failed you.

If the studio isn’t what you want, sell it.

If you want to leave town and never hear another guitar, use the money to go.

It belongs to you.”

Frank entered the frame with two other men.

Their hair had gone gray, but I recognized them from the concert photograph.