I Came Home From Okinawa To A Sold Sign On My Lawn

showing up. One brought a pizza and beer. Another brought an air mattress. Another helped me get my belongings out of the dumpster, salvaging what we could.

They didn’t ask a lot of questions. They just showed up. That’s what family does.

On Sunday night, I drove to a cheap motel on the other side of town. The kind of place with a flickering neon sign continue reading …