I want to just warn everyone. Be careful, especially when they say no papers. You can't be sure.

Yeah, I guess you'd call it an ordeal. But its been filled with love and concern. He came to us and accepted us openly, and we just had to do what we could for him.

It's not the stairs so much as we're afraid he might lose his footing and fall and that could do damage that would have to be repaired again.

It was like all they could do to restrain him from bounding into the room. It's like he knew we were there and he was going home.

Memory plays tricks. Memory is another word for story, and nothing is more unreliable.

There are some stories you can't hear enough. They are the same every time you hear them. But you are not. That's one reliable way of understanding time.