Visit to Havenwyck Hospital
Abstract
Sunday at three my wife, youngest son and I sit in a booth in the cafeteria. Our middle son stays in the car and studies global affairs. He knows it's easier, this distance. Our oldest son spots us and walks over. He wears his black cap with white swoosh as if checked off some list. Our youngest climbs on top of the seat. “Calm down,” I say. “This place needs some fun!” he shouts. I give him a yellow legal pad. He draws a picture for each of us tearing pages as he...