December 23, 2020
There’s a photograph, or clip in an old family movie, that has always been stuck in my head. It’s of Mike and Me sitting on the old wooden steps of a former back porch, before dad tore it off and replaced it.
I’m not sure how old we were, three maybe, but our feet barely reached the ground from the tread of the bottommost step. It was clearly a summer day, because we were both wearing shots and short-sleeve shirts. We were both about the same age and would grow up together in our neigh...