I ran into Sean, a member of the Old Crow Book Club, on a cold weekday morning. He was standing outside his domicile, a 1975 Dodge Ram pickup with a windowless canopy, and sorting through his possessions. We struck up a conversation. He always asks me how Dad is doing in assisted living. I told him I'd just had a great visit with him. In fact, I was walking home from it and feeling pretty good.