After a few years of not talking, I tried reaching out to my father, but by that time he was already a few inches beyond my outstretched fingers.

“An author named Arthur Arthurson would write about art, love, and road kill in …”

“Did I spell the word “did” right? Of course not! I got my D’s mixed up.”

“I am a superhero! I wear Spandex and I save things. I don’t save people, I save…”

“You could say I lost my cool when I got heckled, but I wasn’t cool to begin wit…”